#TAEHYUNGS ARM AROUND JIMINS WAIST IN THE THIRD GIF

[95zintheirownworld]

not one single bts song where vmin need to be doing all this btw

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you and jungkook splurge on in the seom.

> fluff, suggestive ? / wc: 2.6k

> warnings: mention of recording a sex tape oop

note: look . . . i don’t know how my drabbles end up the way that they do i also question the stream of my thoughts constantly. anyway the mobile gaming continues 🫡 this game got me hooked i needed to write while i’m in the zone. + feedback is always appreciated <3

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“wow, you’re so rich.” you comment absentmindedly, watching jungkook’s tattooed hand making multiple in-app purchases of gold and gems.

“babe, babe,” you panic and slap his hand away from clicking the largest amount of gems for the third time. “i think thirty-seven thousand gems are more than enough for now!”

he makes a noise of disagreement from behind you, his body vibrating against your back. his arms circle around your waist again, using both words and touch as his ways of persuasion. “did you see the top one? they’re in like level 600! let me buy more so we’re set for until level 300 or something.”

you sigh in defeat, letting him hold the ipad propped up against your thighs again. “well, i guess the money just circles back to your bank account.”

“i know right?” he giggles in delight. “ohhh, i’ll buy the tany pass so we can get the butter costumes.”

sparkling gold coins replace your irises like they do in the cartoons. the said costumes are too adorable and you want to see them wear the matching outfits in the island. moreover, your boyfriend knows how much you loved his long purple hair.

“does it come with all seven?” you ask curiously as jungkook lifts up the ipad to level with his head for umpteenth time, using the face id to confirm the $8 dollar purchase. the purchase successful! notification flashes on the screen, and you can’t hide the stupid smile forming on your face.

“i’m not sure? let’s see.” he hums, tapping each member on the screen to check their available items.

“oh wait! i need to complete the tier first. hold on.” he exists the tab to go back to the event, purchasing the keys to unlock all the prizes without having to collect anymore. he claims them one by one. “oh, so there’s only jin-hyung, jimin-hyung, taehyung-hyung, and me.”

“but i wanted everyone- oh my god, you guys are so cute.” you hold down the squeal in your throat, zooming in on the characters wearing their butter outfits. “his rainbow hair is really pretty. i saw they released the butter funko pops too? looks great as everything.”

he nods with a chuckle, watching jimin walk around the island. “he’s the only one who can pull that off.”

“well now i wanna see you try it.” blonde jungkook was also very pretty- the evidence of your honesty being the three weeks you only referred to him as barbie.

“barbie, i miss your face. what time are you coming home?”

“hey barbie, what you cooking for dinner?”

“that’s not how lasik surgery works, barbie!”

“good morning, pretty barbie. i’m not sure but i think i . . . burned the coffee maker?”

the name rhymes with baby, your term of endearment for each other. you know what? it’s basically the same word, so he got used to it right away. if he hears someone saying it in public, he will most probably still react to it. obviously, you stopped using the name when he dyed his hair another color.

so if he tries the sprayed on pastel colors on his blonde hair? you get the living, breathing barbie doll of your childhood and teenage dreams.

“we can try for fun when i want to bleach my hair again.”

jungkook is an angel who always lets you indulge in the desires of your heart.

“hmm, soon then. your natural hair is very pretty and healthy right now. i hope it grows out the way you want it to this time.” your hand reaches back to caress his head. his hair is as smooth as silk as it glides across your palm, freshly dried from the shower not even two hours ago.

you remove your hand to entertain yourself with the game again, dragging the members to the army bomb to make them dance to their songs.

“oh! they’re playing still with you?” you exclaim in pleasant surprise, laughing at his character dancing cutely to his precious song. the other members have the biggest smiles on their faces dancing along too. jungkook watches the scene with you in pure amusement.

“ah, the game has captured the group’s dynamics very well. they got all the inside jokes and nicknames researched and written down.” he shares his review before the sight of namjoon and seokjin crying while eating mint chocolate ice cream makes him burst with laughter.

“see? they are this dramatic over this in real life! i can attest to this!” he makes them do it again to point it out, the speech bubble that says i’m brushing my teeth right now sounding awfully familiar.

“you and taehyung are my favorite.” you drag him over to taehyung to show the two of them holding hands and moving side-to-side like two little kids who won prizes at the fair. “so cute!”

you wish you had a penny for every time you say the word cute today.

“oh, that looks familiar but i can’t remember where we did that anymore.”

he suddenly grabs your hand and places it on top of his head.

you look back at him confusion. “yes, baby?”

“play with my hair while i buy more outfits and decos please.”

his soft voice makes flowers bloom in your chest. how endearing is your boyfriend?

“of course, baby.” you resume stroking his hair, occasionally twisting the strands in your fingers and raking your nails on his scalp.

he shifts around to lean more comfortably on the pillows, one arm holding you by the waist and the other holding the ipad. you allow yourself to completely relax between his thighs, his body enclosing you into a cocoon of warmth and affection. if you only you could stay in this position for the rest of your life, you would.

but the hand playing with his pair pauses when he starts messing around with the game again, replacing the free items he got with the other designs that cost the most diamonds. the tent, the dining area, the luggage, the camp fire, the cocktail bar, the sun beds, the umbrellas, the hammocks.

huh, you haven’t quite gotten used to it yet.

it is pleasing to watch- having the luxury to choose and being able to buy the one that you want. you both know it’s just a silly little game, but the satisfaction that comes with decorating the island can be addicting. apparently, you and jungkook have a knack for finding entertainment in the silliest things, which further strengthens your bond. you firmly believe you were childhood friends in another life.

meanwhile, he moves on to opening ten lucky boxes at a time.

“booster. booster. booster.” he mumbles while tapping on the screen. “hah! i got suga-hyung a top. and shades. booster. booster. a windmill? streetlamp. booster. shorts. no way- the car from daechwita? ice cream truck . . . light it up like dynamite~”

you swear, there is a kid trapped inside your boyfriend’s big body. if he was to be prohibited from speaking or moving for twenty four hours, he wouldn’t be able to follow the rules even if his life depended on it. perhaps that is why there is always the need to protect him despite knowing the fact that he is way stronger than you- he is such a kind and free spirit. a rare gem. your one in seven billion. you want to protect him from mosquitoes and storms and shipwrecks and exposed wires and slippery floors and sharp edges and treadmills (it flung him off that one time two years ago) and any other form of bad energy in the universe. atleast, you’re trying to.

after opening about thirty? forty? boxes, he dresses up the remaining members. however, “can i make them naked? oh. i can pay for it. i’ll make namjoon-hyung naked- shirtless. oh-ho-ho! sexy with the hair as blue as the ocean.”

your laughter is louder than the ipad’s speakers blasting the game’s original soundtrack, your boyfriend’s hilarious live gaming commentary exactly being your style of humor.

to be honest, if only you weren’t in a healthy relationship, you’d think he was in love with namjoon.

after displaying the decos he bought, jungkook decides to make a club.

“you really posted on your ig story.” you chortle in disbelief, scrolling through the seemingly endless amount of requests. “this is so fun. hold on-”

“everyone’s on level 100 and 200. how are they so fast?!” he cries out at the three digits beside the nicknames of the users. “we need to catch up to them after this.”

“they’re all sending you flowers. and fruit baskets? pearl necklace. these literally cost gems.” you curl up between his thighs from laughing so hard, your grip on the ipad loosening until it slips down next to jungkook. “my stomach hurts. i can’t breathe.”

his wide frame also shakes in mirth, but he securely wraps his arms around you to prevent you from falling off the bed. for the record, it is a king-sized bed. for some reason, however, the two of you always end up being tangled together on the one edge or the other. (most of the time it’s actually you subtly moving closer and closer until he pays attention and cuddles you)

“okay! let’s start accepting requests.” he announces while manhandling you back into your previous position. you grunt at the pressure pressing against your stomach, holding onto his forearm to push it away lightly out of reflex.

you’re literally on the bed, why does he feel the need to carry you all the time?

once you’re settled down once again, you start accepting requests to join the club together. you take turns in picking random users based on the nicknames that catch your attention, and it is peaceful for a while until you’re looking for the one final member and-

“jeon jungkook’s future wife . . . that doesn’t sound right.” you read the nickname out loud, tilting your head to the side with a click of your tongue.

“well, i do like that they’re brave.” with a shrug, you accept their request and open the door for them to enter the club.

jungkook snickers behind you, obviously loving how his ego is being spoon-fed at the moment.

you sit up to accusingly look at him with hooded eyes. “all the flowers and gifts and proposals. you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“maybeee.” he offers you a playful beam. “but it’s our game. i’m doing this for us! we can get lots of hearts from the club!”

we- they don’t even know i exist. but he still makes you smile anyway. your lovely jungkook, who is always too good to you.

spontaneously deciding that you want to splurge on lucky boxes to make the countless purchases of gems worth it, you soon find yourself unable to stop. oh, you understand him better now.

“it’s fun, isn’t it?” he smiles at the childlike look of relishment on your face. you tap and tap and tap, collecting prizes like a panicked thief picking up gold coins forming a long trail, except that unlike the thief, you are overjoyed.

“keep buying until we get six of the cars.” he instructs you, clicking the cart that takes you to the lucky box again. he plans for each of them to be designated to the members who have a driving license. perhaps it’s unnecessary, sure- but he wants to prolong your small joys as much as he can.

“kay, since it’s your money.” you answer gleefully. you free yourself from the hesitation of spending gems since you can’t get a refund for them anyway.

you end up with six daechwita cars and three dynamite ice cream trucks. jungkook parks them all beside each other, like a team huddling together before a basketball game. he also buys taehyung’s hansung costume from the kdrama he starred in called hwarang, later on claiming that taehyung looks like he has been the immortal guardian of the island since the day the dry land was created on planet earth.

his words exactly. not yours. your boyfriend’s imagination tends to wander around like a free bird soaring through the sky for the first time in its life.

after chatting with the club members for a bit, he decides to pick up your level from 31. the motivation kicks in like a race horse when he realizes that your account is top 30 out of 30 in the club.

on the spur of the moment, he begins worshipping the boosters he was previously irritated at for constantly popping out of the boxes instead of the costumes and decos that he wanted.

you have never loved the word DOPE! more in your life.

“my favorite boosters are the whale, the double top, and the axe.”

“the whale is the best one for sure. it’s a lifesaver.” you mention cheerfully as you mix the two whales that wipe out the entire puzzle, mimicking a black hole that swallows everything that dares to come near it.

“oh my god, it’s so fucking satisfying to watch.”

jungkook grabs the opportunity as soon as he sees it. with a mischievous grin he declares, “title of our sex tape.”

yup, you should have foreseen this right when the words came out of your mouth.

you sit back up to look at him with a disapproving look. “you just had to do it, didn’t you?”

he pouts sadly, but his bunny smile promptly lights up his face again upon hearing your follow-up statement.

“like i’m sure we can come up with a better title than that!”

the familiar notification sound rings from the ipad, and you both peer down at the pop-up that appeared on the top of the screen.

it’s from cats&soup— another game you play together almost everyday.

Cats are missing you!

jungkook goes for it again without a single beat of thought or hesitation.

“title of our sex tape!”

the displeased expression on your face turns sourer. “you gotta try harder than that, babe.”

“that is not a good title. we have a beyond satisfactory sex life.” he whines, the joke he cracked backfiring on him.

“well then get back to me when you think of a good one. we need to feed our cats for now.” you exit in the seom to tend to the other game for the meantime. does my face look like that i’ll become a king will have to stay in level 80 (the bottom of the rank list) for now.

but then the gears in his head immediately starts turning after being given the challenge, and a new found motivation drives him to, in fact, try harder this time around.

he clears his throat, alternately looking at your face and your fast fingers upgrading the cats’ facilities. just waiting for the right timing to bring it up.

is this ever a right timing to talk about this type of stuff? oh, fuck this. ask the million-dollar question already.

he swallows thickly in anticipation. “uhm, so i was just thinking. if you approve my title, will we record one for real?”

you shrug without looking at him, focused on collecting money from the food your cats cooked. “sure. why not?”

jungkook’s doe eyes sparkle with doubled, tripled- no, quadrupled adoration for the sweet creature sitting between his legs.

“you are the love of my life.” he utters breathlessly.

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[raggaraddy]

Intruders.

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Another long one. This one doesn't have so much of the worried reaction, cause I wrote it to fit the Mafia! Jungkook character. It's still fun though ^-^ Thanks again for the request. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Taehyung

Summary: When a loose end breaks into Jungkooks house with guns drawn, you get a first-hand lesson that maybe Jungkook isn't as invulnerable as you had thought.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic violence, gun usage, blood, murder.

Jungkook

Mafia! Jungkook

Fighting to get free, you're kicking your legs. Squirming. Squealing as you shove your hands against Jungkook's chest, pushing him back as hard as you can. Tears starting to fill your eye line.

"Stop, stop, stop," you shout, with no effect. Struggling harder.

"Admit it!" He yells back, a smile on his face.

"Never," You scream. Not able to hold it back anymore. Your screech morphs into forceful laughter as Jungkook continues to tickle you. Your cheeks aching from how widely you're smiling. Your sides hurting as you keep thrashing for release.

"Admit I could beat up the Hulk, and I'll let you go." He insists again, pressing you down with a massive grin.

"Okay, okay!" You squeal, finally conceding. Groaning in relief, when his fingers stop tickling your stomach. Your limbs dropping down to rest. "You could totally kick the Hulk's ass." You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I could!" He bursts into laughter also. Easing back with a sigh now that he no longer has to hold you still. Neither of you phased by the movie that started the debate still blaring in the background.

Roughly you punch your fist into his chest, intentionally knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage while he is caught off guard to push him flat onto the carpet beside you. Straddling his lap, you lean over him pinning his arms to the floor before he has a chance to argue. Not that you think he would. The fun-filled smile doesn't leave his face for a moment. Completely amused by you, while you try your best to put on an intimidating act. Trying to stop yourself from smiling again.

"Jeon Jungkook. You cheated." You playfully scold, "And if you can't have a grown-up discussion, then you can't do other grown-up things either." You accentuate your point by grinding down. Feeling his hips push up as you tease him. Lifting up right away, shaking your head as you remove the contact. "Nah uh. Cheaters don't get that." You smirk.

"Don't be mean just cause I won." He runs his tongue inside his cheek. His gaze showing desire and a want for you to continue. But you're not done toying with him.

"You didn't win." You poke your tongue out, rocking your hips a single time more, "Confessions under duress are not admissible anyway."

"No, but it's good leverage to have." He answers a little too honestly and without thinking. Not entirely talking about your play fight anymore.

Chuckling awkwardly, you shake off the train of thought that wants to evaluate what he just said. Not wanting to let your mind remember that part of him right now. Trying instead, to return to your spirited banter. But he gets in before you.

"Nope," He easily breaks out and overpowers your hold wrapping his arm around your waist, carrying you as he stands up. "you admitted I'm stronger than the Hulk, and I'm never gonna let that go." Bending down, he throws you over his shoulder, slapping your ass to tease you back.

His shoulder digging into your gut stops you from taking a full breath or making a snippy comeback. So you slap his ass in retaliation instead.

"Come on Kitten, you have to give me a prize for winning." He purs suggestively, carrying you out of the living room into the foyer.

He's going to take you upstairs, but you don't make it to them before both of your heads snap towards the entrance. A flurry of gunshots exploding just beyond the front door. The commotion silencing as quickly as it started.

Jungkook slings you off his shoulder. Becoming another person in an instant. Purely focused. Opening the coat closet, he pulls a Glock from his jacket.

"Get upstairs, now." He barks.

You don't have to be asked twice, running to the stairs. Gasping as the garage door next to the steps opens, two hooded men storming in with guns drawn. Jungkook reacts quickly, firing past you. Shooting one of them, missing the second who ducks instead of firing back.

At the same time, blowing open to the left of you, the front door is kicked in. Swinging wide, four more masked men rush the house. Firing rapidly and wildly. Scarcely missing Jungkook who is moving preemptively and is 3 steps ahead. Running forward he shoots the second man in front of you. Grabbing your arm, dragging you over their dead bodies into the garage with him.

Shutting you in just as bullets explode through the wood door at your back.

Jungkook forces you to keep up, throwing you behind the car. The automatic shots continuing to decimate. The four-wheel-drive being the only thing that keeps either of you from getting shot.

Panting and on the verge of tears, you're crouched beside Jungkook. Watching him, waiting to react to anything he says. Knowing he is all that stands between you and death. But also knowing that with him in this mindset he could do just as much damage to you as one of those other men might.

The gunfire stops. Distorted voices shouting behind the door's remains. Jungkook cautiously raises up, leaning over the hood. He lines up a shot as the door opens warily, taking down another of them. Slouching behind the car as a new wave of bullets comes in response.

In front of you, the shelves covered in storage boxes and the workbench full of tools is ripped to shreds. Things erupting in every direction. Covering you in debris.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he shoves it in your lap.

"Call the first number!"

Your brain is stalling, your hands are shaking, but you follow the order as best as you can. The way your fingers are vibrating making it so much harder.

"What's up Boss?" You can hear the faint sound of his first lieutenant, as the firing ceasing again. Jungkook snatches the phone, speaking lowly and calmly.

"My house is breached and we're under fire. At least 3 guys. Semi-autos. We're held up in the garage and I've got maybe 15 rounds left." He passes the information over precisely. Remaining organized and in control.

"We're 10 out," the first confirms back, yelling orders to people on his end of the phone.

Your head jolts towards the garage door as it heavily clunks, starting to lift along the tracks. Exposing you on two sides.

"Fuck," Jungkook exclaims. "We don't have 10 minutes."

He stands, staying low. Opening the car door, tossing the phone in, followed by you. Your limbs hitting everything as you try to keep up with his pace. Making it onto the seat in an awkward heap.

"Stay down," he growls, slamming it, sealing you in. You're ahead of him this time, already kneeling under the steering wheel. Pressing your chest and head into the seat as flat as possible.

Inside the car, you can only hear the sounds of blasts for a few moments. Heavy things being thrown in every direction amid tense silences.

Outside the car, Jungkook fires off 3 shots, aiming for the legs he sees as the garage opens. The angle is wrong, and he doesn't hit them. Having to retreat back. Throwing the workbench down, using it as a meagre form of barricade. Blocking himself into the corner, hunched behind it. It's barely wide enough to protect him at the front and on the side. The height of the desk only just covering his head. He aims over the bench, hoping to keep the front two from coming in with suppression fire.

However, his attempt is unsuccessful. As he raises up, a bullet wings his right arm. Involuntarily dropping his gun, he shouts in pain. The Glock falling on the wrong side of the table.

It only takes him a second to compose himself, lunging over to pick up the weapon. But it's a second too late.

One of the men charges from inside the house. Booting the table into Jungkook, throwing him off balance. Holding him at gunpoint as he hits the floor.

Briefly, you see the other two men through the window as they pass the car. You're too terrified to move. Your hand cupped over your mouth, muffling the panicked breathes and whimpers that you can't hold in.

Working as a unit, one of the men clears the table out of the way, another picks up Jungkook's gun, while the third ushers him out of the corner and onto his feet, keeping the sights tightly fixed on him.

Getting in his face, the lead man removes his balaclava. Seething hate filling his expression. "You remember me?"

While he isn't going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, Jungkook is certainly perturbed by the reveal.

It was nearly 5 months ago that he had ordered this man and his family killed. It drew far too much attention when he refused a deal Jungkook made him. So an example has to be set. The man's wife, two children and his visiting brother were murdered in the gruesome display. And Jungkook was told that the man standing in front of him now was also killed. But it seems the men charged with the hit got complacent. They didn't confirm the kill.

Mentally, Jungkook was already recalling the four men on task. If he made it out of this they were going to suffer greatly for their mistake.

Seeming infuriated by Jungkook's lack of fear and stoic glowering, the unmasked man slams his fist into the Mafia King's face. Shouting as he does.

Methodically, the three intruders begin to tear Jungkook apart. He put's up a fight as best as he can, but the men are trained and three against one isn't fair odds in this situation. Knocking him between them, they strike with their knees, fists, feet, hurting him in any way they can manage. Beating him into the ground. Pulling him back onto his knees whenever he drops back or falls forward.

Biting your palm you're trying to stop yourself from crying out as you sob into your hand. You can hear the hits. The thumps from him being tossed around. His groans of pain. The slough of abuse they spit at him while they work him over. Cursing him. Mocking him.

Suddenly, the car door jerks open. One of the masked men dragging you out by your hair. Making you produce an ear-shattering scream. One he silences with a fist to the face. Your body collapsing, slapping into the concrete.

Groaning in pain, your sobs can no longer be restrained. Loudly bawling, tear stream your face, hardly able to breathe as you panic.

Your heart aching as you see Jungkook across from you. Hunched over on his knees, he's gushing blood. It's running down his face. Matting his hair to his forehead with the sheer volume of it. He's splitting it up, his mouth dripping with it. His shirt soaked in it. Flowing down his arm from the bullet wound also.

You'd never have thought you would see your Boyfriend in such a state. You've witnessed first-hand the power he has when he's the one responsible for this kind of damage. In your mind, you saw him as invincible. Unbeatable. A cruel monster driven by hubris that could never be stopped.

The times you'd seen him beat people like this, the times he hit you like this, you had privately desired for him to suffer the same fate one day. For karma to return everything he had dished out.

But now that he was, now that he was the one being treated without mercy, even with it being justified, you can't feel anything but fear and sadness. Regretting ever having wished this upon him.

"Jungkook," you gently call.

He's disoriented. Too many headshots having made him dizzy and unfocused. But your soft voice cuts through all of that. Looking up from the ground to you, his eyes go wide seeing you in harm's way again.

"Y/-" he starts to get up, only to be interrupted and held down. The unmasked man's hand coming down on his shoulder. The barrel of Jungkook's own gun being aimed at his chest as the man hovers over him.

"You know, your guys didn't kill my wife right away." He digs the gun tip into the bullet wound on his arm. Twisting and stabbing into the raw flesh making him grit his teeth to bear the pain. "They shot her where he knew it wouldn't kill her. Then they let her bleed out. While I could only watch. While my kids watched." The pure rage in the man's voice is finally softened. Instead, sounding horribly grieved and agonized over the memory. "Someone like you, you're probably not capable of love," he spits, pushing off Jungkook to stand straight. "But whether you love her or not, I still want you to watch her die."

The words register, but you can't absorb them. You can't react.

"Wait. Wait!" Jungkook yells after him.

Your body is throbbing in terror. Watching him advance on you. Watching him raise the gun at you.

The shot hits you in the stomach.

"No!" Jungkook howls. The two men punting him back down as he climbs to his feet. Extending the barrage of hits to impress upon him that he shouldn't try to get up again.

In shock, you delicately dab at the hole in your side. Blood pulsing out of you. The pain is more than you could have imagined. You can't pull in a full breath. Short gasps are all you can manage. Doubling over onto your hands and knees, you weakly shriek unable to deliver a solid scream.

They drag you by your arm, hurling you at Jungkook, your torso landing in his lap. He clings to you, drawing you in tight. His face twisted in anger.

"Y/n." He growls. "Don't you dare-" he can't bring himself to finish that thought.

"Don't worry darling. It won't take long." The leader says above you, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "You though," he redirects, snarling at Jungkook. "you're gonna die slow."

Not able to breathe and the blood loss is making your head light. The room feels like it's spinning. Your eyes rolling back as they close. The reprieve of rest calling you into unconsciousness. And you can't resist.

With his hand held to your heart and his chest tight, Jungkook feels for a beat. The irregular rhythm assuring him you're still alive at least.

"I hope you really did love her. Like how I loved my girl and my boy. My wife. I hope you can feel that type of pain."

Jungkook is shaking. Unfiltered loathing ravaging his thoughts. A murderous expression concealing his heartache as he feels your pulse gradually start to slow.

Moving begrudgingly like it's his duty, the leader pulls one of the few remaining tools from its place on the wall. Wringing the handle of a large Philips Head screwdriver.

Working together, the three of them rip your unconscious body apart from Jungkook. His efforts to keep you close having little impact. Numerous injuries having sapped his strength.

Stretching him out, holding him down, they pin him with their weight. One of them securing his legs. Another holding his arm and torso, the majority of his heft used to force Jungkook's face into the cement. The leader kneeling all of his weight on his left arm to keep it flat.

As the tip of the screwdriver is pressed into his palm, Jungkook grapples to keep his hand closed to no avail. The shank piercing the meat of his palm. Screaming as the length is stabbed in and yanked out. Hissing through his teeth while the sharp point trails up. Reaching about halfway up his forearm it digs into the muscle. The blade slowly forcing its way into the skin, causing him to roar again.

All at once, a shot rings out. One of the intruders taking a bullet in the back. An assault of gunfire spreading across the height of the garage, sending the other two into a panic. Scrambling for their guns. Releasing Jungkook in the frenzy, who cradles his wounded hand for a moment before jumping on the attack. Finally having sufficient reinforcement to fight back.

Picking up the screwdriver with his good hand, he lunges at the surviving masked man. Dragging him off balance. Straddling his side. Stabbing down and around to drive the tool into his chest over and over. Burying the metal in the man's throat as a final strike. His damaged hand slamming down on the top of the screwdriver, forcing it through the other side of the man's neck.

Some of Jungkook's rage having been vented, he falls away panting watching the man, satisfied as he quickly bleeds to death.

The leader of the assailants, the source of all of this woe, is completely unmatched by the dozen men who suddenly surround him. They don't grant him the opportunity to even raise his weapon, shooting him in the shoulder, knocking him down. Incapacitating him and restraining him swiftly as he tries desperately to get loose.

There are a few seconds when the dust settles, where everything is quiet again. Only the sounds of wheezed breathing and footsteps taking any space.

Apart from the few men busy with securing the house and the area, all of them are at attention looking to assist their battered leader. Wanting to help. Waiting on an order.

"Her," he signals in your direction. "Get her to a hospital."

"You too, Boss." His second lieutenant leans down, helping Jungkook stand. Getting him to solid footing.

"I'm not dying in the next 20 minutes. Let's wrap this shit up first." He dismisses the gesture. Shirking off the pain at risk of appearing weak.

"And this one?" His first aims a gun at the intruders head.

"Patch him up. He's gonna die slowly," Jungkook's voice deepens as he repeats the man's own threat back at him.

His eyes following as he gets picked up and thrown into the trunk of one of the cars. The Mafia leader in him already, concocting ruthless plans in specific detail over all the ways he is going to torture him. And how he's going to silence any doubts about his strength that this attack may have caused.

Carried in another man's arms, you're taken to the back seat of a car. The movement string you awake. The pain keeping you immobilized and dazed.

Jungkook limping slightly follows after you. He presses his hand to your chest again, relieved as he feels your heart still beating, as he sees your eyes fluttering.

Your head laying on the seat, he leans over resting his forehead upside down on yours. "I'm so sorry baby." He whispers. His hands bunch tightly around your arms, pulling at your skin. The war of both sides of him crashing together. His eyes going cold, his breath becoming ragged.

Struggling to remain conscious, your eyes close again. Jungkook's bloody hand slapping down on your face, shocking your eyes back open. Tears instantly returning to your cheeks.

"Don't you dare die!" He hisses. His hand curls around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "I'm not going to let other people think they can come at me. Take my things. Try to hurt me." He growls, speaking just loud enough for only you and him. "So you're gonna keep living Y/n. Cause until I give you permission, you don't have the right to die."

[krreader]

dal | teacher with benefits.

pairing: bts x idol!reader fandom: dal ; bts warnings: big hit girl group member!reader ; sex ; oral sex ; daddy!kink ; dirty talk language genre: smut word count: 1.2k+ other: for more DAL content, please check out the DAL masterlist

a/n: wow, a diamond maknae AND a dal update in one day? I’M ON A ROLL TODAY! Thanks @ally22042000 for your request, I absolutely LOVED it <3

kim seokjin

BigHit liked to keep things interesting with their groups. They liked to make you do different activities that your fans could watch with their premium subscription. For the next project, they wanted you girls to make a cooking series. All four of you were supposed to share your favorite recipes and cook them together with your viewers on stream.

Thing is, your favorite dish was so fucking basic that they didn't allow you to make it on stream. “It'd be over in fifteen minutes,” had been the excuse. Very rude.

So what did they do? They sent you over to Jin with the full intention of him teaching you some fancy recipe that you could do for your fans and followers.

But that... didn't really work out that well.

“It'll burn, (Y/N),” Jin managed to moan out, but his hand was still in your hair as you were on your knees in front of him, pushing your head forward so that you were almost deepthroating him. 

You released his dick with a plop after his grip had losened and looked up at him from under your eyelashes, “Do you really want me to stop, when you're so close?”

You had started secretly seeing each other about two months ago and well... the relationship was still fresh and exciting, so these kind of things happened. All good.

“No,” he turned off the stove, “I'll just write you up a recipe later.”

Yeah, and to Taehyung, that came in two minutes after Jin came? That wasn't cream on your cheek.

min yoongi

You absolutely loved learning how to make music from Yoongi. He always had so many new ideas when it came down to producing. But given your... relationship, things could get heated very quickly.

It was a flirty comment here, a look there and before you knew it, “working on a new song” was not on the agenda anymore.

Instead, Yoongi made sure that his studio was thoroughly locked and was now watching you ride him with a grin.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you complained, “It's distracting me.”

“Do your members know this is what we do when you're supposed to work, baby girl?”

“Do your members know this is what you do with their friend they’re so protective of?” you clapped back, leaning forward and hovering over his lips, “Tell me, daddy. Do you tell them about how I ride you like this? How I take your dick so well?”

This was exactly the reason why you kept on doing this, over and over again, because you could keep up with him.. easily. You were the challenge that Yoongi had been missing in his life.

jung hoseok

The sexual tension between Hoseok and you during your daily dance sessions had become so much, that neither of you had control over your feelings, wants and needs anymore.

It hadn’t always been this way, at first, it truly was just you and him practicing your dance moves together. But then the performances changed. They became sexier, the songs more sensual...

And so he had pinned you against the mirror and the two of you had started making out. Wasn't long after until he fucked you against it, so hard, that he had to put his hand over your mouth so that your screams wouldn't make anyone hear and come in here.

It felt way too good to have only been a one time thing. Even if the two of you didn't talk about it afterwards, nor any other time that you met after that. It just happened again the next time the two of you practiced on your own.

And you were sure that it'd keep on happening.

kim namjoon

This was supposed to be you helping Namjoon on an English speech that he was supposed to deliver next week, but it somehow ended with you on top of him.

Nevertheless, you were here for a reason and you were too stubborn to just let him have his way with you without putting in any work.

“Move, baby,” he whispered, but you shook your head.

“Repeat that sentence again, this time, with the proper pronunciation.”

“Oh, come on,” Namjoon laughed, “You've got to be kidding me,” but when you leaned back, your hands on his knees, your breasts on full display, he did what you asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment and shook your head, “Again.”

His jaw dropped and – as expected – it didn't take him five seconds to turn you around and push your legs back.

“Funny to think you're the one to be in the position of making demands of me. You keep on forgetting your place, love.”

Ah, shit. One day.

park jimin

“You can go higher,” Jimin put his hand on your stomach, “Just try it.”

“I can't... this is the highest I can go, seriously!”

Jimin let out a sigh, “You and I both know that's not true.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Well... last night... the night before. You were begging me to go harder in a much higher pitch than what you're..-” but you immediately put your hand over his mouth, looking around as if anyone had heard him. Nobody but you was in the studio, though, so you slowly pulled it back, revealing a grinning Jimin, “Let me show you again just how high your voice can get.”

“Wait.. here?”

His hands were already on your waist and he placed a single kiss on your lips, “Door's are locked, no cameras... we got this place all to ourselves. And the more I think about you screaming my name in here, knowing that it's soundproof, the more I like the idea.”

The pool between your legs couldn't say anything against that.

kim taehyung

“I really don't get it,” you sighed heavily, “How am I supposed to find the best part, when I don't even know what I'm looking for. You’re as perfect as the girls, it’s all “the best part”,” you dropped your arms, the camera still in your hand, looking at your boyfriend sitting on the bed.

He was giving you a crash course on photography, but only because your members kept on complaining that you took shitty pictures of them for Instagram and needed to get better at it.

“I'll make this easier for you,” your mind was absolutely blank when he said that, but your mouth dropped when he got up and pulled down sweatpants plus panties, revealing his dick to you, “This, is my best part.”

“I..- I mean..- Yeah, but..-”

Taehyung started laughing when you became flustered and even took off his shirt. And even though you had seen him naked countless of times, this felt different.

“Take pictures. I'll be your model. Do whatever you want with me.”

Yeah... this wasn't about the pictures, you realized that very, very soon.

jeon jeongguk

Being an idol required a lot of stamina for performing and who better to be your personal couch than Jeon Jeongguk himself. He was the best when it came down to stamina, after all.

Just that, given your personal history together, his teaching methods were very different from what a professional personal trainer would have done with you.

“I can't..-” you wanted to stop, but Jeongguk didn't let you get up from his lap.

You had been riding him for fifteen minutes already, you had orgasmed twice already and he was forcing himself not to cum, only so that you'd have to ride him more.

“Yes, you can. Come on, sweetheart. I want to cum inside you. Can I do that?”

Given the fact that you reached your orgasm twice already and he hadn't, you felt bad and continued. And then you reached your third and he still hadn't cum... and used that same fucking excuse again.

That man would make your legs the prettiest in this world with this method.

[jjksblackgf]

manuka honey

pairing — jeon jungkook x black female reader genre — smut word count — 1.6k summary — “He would then ask for a dance, and later he would take you to his room, so he could bend you over and make you moan his name” warning — explicit sexual content, masturbation (f & m receiving), light choking, nipple play, food play (be careful with it), cunnilingus, light overstimulation, multiple orgasms. There’s also social gathering, but I didn’t write this with miss rona in the picture, so you better social distance, and wear your masks, lovelies.

a/n — The series is over, omg 🤧 This was a challenge for me, since the focus is only one action of the whole sex experience, so I did tons of research on how to properly eat a pussy (helped yours truly on future pussy eating, too 👀) to be more creative, but there’s a bunch of good stuff I don’t know how to put into words, I’ll work on that. And the JK chapter is my absolute favorite, it was what gave me the idea of the whole series. But I said too much already, enjoy the last one <3

Today was a new day, and Jungkook was older and he felt wiser and more confident about himself.

He entered his kitchen to see the signs of his birthday party. Champagne glasses on a tray, a few dishes on the sink, his living room with had the golden balloons, the TV was still on, connected to the karaoke machine, and other remaining trash that you’d both clean together. 

But he didn’t care about the mess just yet. He had a great night. 

As Jungkook pour milk into a cereal bowl, he remembered the last time he was behind this kitchen counter. Even if slightly drunk, he had clear memories of the night before, a beautiful birthday party that you have been planning for a couple of months, just the perfect harmony between his sophisticated side and his playful side.

His apartment was full of his closest friends and his family members, taking turns in the different games you had planned, and the karaoke machine, all while dressed as to attend a gala event. There were even hired servers with various glasses of his favorite champagne.

Behind that same counter, he took it all in, smiling to himself as he saw his favorite people talking and having fun with each other, that’s all he wanted. It didn’t even have to be his birthday for him to be this happy. 

He looked to his left and saw your body covered by the gold fabric of your dress. If you twisted just a little to the right, he would see your back almost uncovered, your melanated skin contrasting the golden spaghetti straps that were holding your dress together. At that moment he just wanted to rip those straps so the silk would fall to your ankles and your nipples would be exposed for his pleasure.

That was all hot and everything, but the way you were hosting the event was so graceful, so full of life, and you made everyone feel so welcome that he wanted to give you the world. He never felt so happy to have you in his life. You were the one who wanted to celebrate him the most, and you knew just the way to do it, without having to leave any part in the shadows.

He watched you closely that night, and at one point you were dancing with his brother in the middle of the living room, as Jimin and Taehyung sang a cheesy song. When you both locked eyes, he smiled your favorite smile, the one when his nose is about to scrunch but it’s not there yet, and the corners of his mouth make his eyes look smaller.

He would then ask for a dance, and later he would take you to his room, so he could bend you over and make you moan his name. He didn’t care if anyone listened to his grunts or your screams of pleasure, there were enough lough music and conversation to muffle that up, and as he chews his cereal he wishes he would go back to last night just to make you scream louder, he wanted people to know how good he made you feel.

He leaned on the counter after finishing his cereal and took a deep breath. He then listened to you wake up in his room, opening the door and walking through the hall.

“Good morning, birthday man” you said and hugged his side. He looped his arm against your hips and kissed your forehead, feeling through his stolen button-up shirt that you weren’t wearing any panties. Interesting.

He waisted no time placing you on top of the counter, moving your legs to hug his hips. He closed the space between your lips, gripping your waist to move you closer. His tongue slowly made its way towards yours, liking the taste of your toothpaste when they finally met. 

Your hands went to hug his neck, one hand traveling through his hair to tug strongly. He moaned in your lips, holding you closer to his chest, wishing you could just be glued to his body. His hands went to grab your ass underneath his shirt as yours traveled through his naked chest, choosing to stay at his abs.

His lips separated from yours and you whined asking for more. He couldn’t say no to you, moving back to where he thought was his rightful place. 

You bit his lower lip with a more sensual moan, your hands traveling down to meet the hem of his boxers. You both laughed when you grabbed his ass, but his grip only got tighter on yours. 

His lips went to your neck, placing wet kisses in every inch he could reach, you hugged his neck again, this time slightly scratching his shoulders. 

“Keep it there, baby” you whispered in his ear when he kissed your sweet spot.

He continued his kisses and sucking of the spot, practically making out with your neck when one of his hands released the grip from your ass and went to the side of your neck. Your hands were now back on his hips, one hand holding his boxer down and the other reached for his hard dick, earning a growl from his lips and a bite to your neck.

You licked the palm of your hand before placing it at the tip of his cock. He hissed at the touch and leaned back so he could look at you. “You’ll be the death of me, I swear” he said as he looked at the marks he left on you, leaving his hand in choking position.

You could now easily feel the pool between your legs forming as he lightly tightens the grip on your neck. You licked your lips as you moved your hand to massage the rest of his length.

You two were now playing a pressure game. He would grip your neck as tight as you’d grip his dick, both enjoying the changes along the way. You then used your other hand to cup and massage his balls.

“Fuck!” you started to pick up the pace, wanting to see his morning cum dripping down your hands. 

“Baby, wait” he said and you stopped your movements. “You already did a lot for me in this week alone, let show you how much I appreciate you” Before you could protest, his lips were back on yours, and he started to unbutton the shirt, grazing his hand from your hips to cup your breasts.

You started to take the shirt on, but he stopped you, wanting you to leave them on. After massaging your tits, he moved some things around to lay you on the counter. He reached for your nipple with his mouth, cupping with perfectly. He switched between sucking and licking multiple times before reaching for a container of honey you liked to leave at his counter.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as he dripped the honey on your body

“Shh, just relax and enjoy the moment” he said with a big smile and moved the honey aside, not closing it as he planned to use it later.

He licked the honey he placed on your body that started on your belly and trailed to both your breasts. After he reached the last nipple, he stayed on it a bit longer, the suction making you tug his hair again. You arched your back and moaned his name at the moment he bit your nipple.

He then left your breasts and placed your feet at the counter, leaving your legs perfectly open. He dipped his thumb in the honey container and placed it back at your clit. He liked for you to have a lot of sensations, so he often switched between circling, moving it side to side, and up and down, if he had time he would write a few things on your clit, one letter at a time.

But he was really curious about the recipe he just created, wanting to taste the mixture of the honey with your arousal. So without warning, he leaned himself over you and licked your folds starting at your entrance. If wasn’t the taste he expected, he thought it would be sweeter than this, but the honey complimented you perfectly. Of course it would, it was you, for God’s sake! 

You tugged his hair again, deep breaths and his name were leaving your lips. His salivating mouth lubricated your clit even more as he licked you up and down, opening your legs wider by your thighs.

You reached for one of your sticky breasts and massaged it as he continued his mouth work. He was switching techniques again but chose the one you always responded to the best. He decided to speed it up and saw your toes curling by his side. Looking into your eyes, he saw your expression as you came on his chin, and your walls clenched, deciding not to stop his speed and increase the pressure of his tongue on your sensitive bud.

You screamed his name after the third release of your knot and he only stopped because you tugged his hair out of your core, breathing heavily.

“Were you ever going to stop?” You asked trying to catch your breath, sitting up straight again.

“No, I knew that at one point you would ask for mercy” he laughed as you slapped his bare shoulder.

“Did you have to use my expensive honey?” you asked looking at the container left by your side

“Your pussy already tastes like a gourmet meal at a restaurant rated 3 Michelin stars, might as well season with something expensive” he said as you snort out a laugh

“Boy, you did NOT just say you seasoned me!”

[20moonchild21]

๛Starting our Future

Gif by @jeojungguk

Pairing: poly!BTS x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: hardcore fluff at the end, baby talk

Words: 2000+

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๛匕he one where everything changes∙ꨄ

ㄚou sighed heavily, as you scrolled through all the new feed on your Instagram channel. Since you and the boys had the talk, it seemed like everyone around you wanted to provoke you by getting a baby first.

First, the boys' stylist and your close friend, Jina, announced that she and her husband would expect baby within the next weeks. Then your co-worker, Jisoo, found out three months ago, that she was pregnant with a small baby boy and lastly, your cousin dropped the baby-bomb 6 weeks ago.

Of course, you were more happy for all of them, but somehow it made you sad at the same time, that all these people were about to start a family by their own, a wish you had for a long time. So four weeks ago, you had decided to start to bring up the baby-topic to your 7 boyfriends.

They were surely speechless in the first moment. Of course, it hadn't been the first time the eighth of you talked about your future plans, but this time they knew it was serious to you. You were more passionated when you told them about your friends having babies, or how your eyes would tear up when you talked about how you wanted to take care of a baby of your own.

That was until your heard the sentence you hoped so badly to not hear: "We are on the peak of our careers"

Boom.

Like someone rammed his fist into your stomach.

You didn't show them how much this sentence hurt you. Instead, you smile and told them that it was fine, and that you could understand the dilemma they were in, which you indeed understood.

You knew how much the boys loved going on stage, performing in front of people and just enjoying their free life. So, you found yourself accepting the fact, the you would not carry your own baby within the next 5 years.

Why 5 years, you're probably asking yourself right now? Well, today was the day the boys would sign their contract to continue BTS for another 5 years.

5 years of concerts and world tours. 5 years of them staying up till late at night to work on new music. 5 year of them being not able to take care of a helpless baby.

Boom.

Like someone punched you into the stomach, again.

And harder.

It hurt, but you couldn't be mad at them. They had honestly told you their concerns and worries, and you had to respect this. After all, you couldn't force them to make you a baby, and after all, you didn't want to be the one, who had a baby and was sitting home alone, because you husbands were touring all over the world. And lastly, you didn't want to be the one who destroyed their dreams.

So you decide to wait for them to be ready, don't matter how long it would take, and even though you know it would be hard.

You sighed again while you turned off you phone, before throwing it onto the couch. A look at the clock told you, that you husbands of 2 years would be home every minute. You thought about cooking something special for the to celebrate their contract extension, but the you guessed that they would already had ordered a table at your favourite restaurant.

Mentally, you already strolled through the restaurant's menu, when you heard the familiar clicking of the front door, followed by friendly and joking voices.

Unwillingly, a smile came up you face. You had been together for more than five years now, and had been married for almost two years, but every time they walked into the room, it was like you saw them for the first time again. Their auras lighted up the room, and every time you ask yourself how you deserve to be their girl.

Jimin was the first one to spot you standing at the kitchen counter. The corners of his mouth rase up immediately, and his eyes formed the two beautiful half moons you madly fell in love with.

"Aaeeiinn (Honey)!" He called out before he closed the distance between the two of you, by wrapping his arms around your way smaller body and spinning you around.

You giggled and laughed wildly, as he sat your feet back down on the floor and covered your face in small kisses.  You weakly tried to pull away from him, even though the both of you knew that you enjoyed this kind of affection.

"Jimin, let go of her." You heard Jungkook's soft voice beside you. "I want to kiss her, too."

He kept nudging and pulling onto the fabric of your (Namjoon's) shirt, until Jimin finally let go of your waist. The taller boy slide his hands up onto your body, and placed them under your armpits to lift you up. Loosing the footing, your wrapped your legs around Jungkook's slim waist, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

„Hello, na sarang (my love)." He whispered as he nudged his nose against yours, giving you an Eskimo kiss. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Kookie." You whispered against his soft lips, before pressing your own lips onto his.

One by one, the boys entered the kitchen, giving you sweet kisses, hugs or lifts as their very own way of saying 'hello' and 'I missed you', but you loved everything about it.

While Jungkook would always lift you up into his arms, Namjoon was always the one to pull you closer to his chest and bending down towards you height, to kiss you with his soft lips, and Yoongi would be the one to cup your face in his larger hands to kiss you, while his thumbs would stroke your cheeks.

But somehow, something was odd about their kisses today. They were more...passionated and somehow too intensive for just saying 'hello'.

Those kind off kisses, you usually share when you are in bed together, or when you haven't seen each other in a very long time. You thought about it for a second, but then decided to not complain about it.

That was until you pulled away from Taehyung's lips, and saw all the other 6 boys looking at you with loving and smirking eyes.

"Heeeyy!" You called out when Tae suddenly sat you onto the counter top. You looked at all of them suspiciously. "What is going on with you, guys? Did you break something? Oh no....you did break something, don't you? What is...."

"Shhhh." You were stopped in you mid-sentence when Hobi stepped forward and put a finger to your lips. "Just listen to what we are going to tell you."

Your left eyebrow cocked up when Jin took both of your hands up to his hands and pressing a kiss onto them. He the turned around and grabbed something from Yoongi's hands, before pushing it into yours.

"What is this?" You asked confused as you looked at the pile of paper in your hands, that Jin had gestured you to read.

You shoved the numerus sheets of papers around your hands, trying to get what was written onto them. The first thing you read was the headline:

"Contract for the extension of 'Bangtan Sonyeondan' (2021-2026), under the leadership of BigHit Entertainment"

"Look at the last page." Jimin gestured for you, as you flick through the pages.

You felt your heart skip a beat, when you took a closer look at the last side of the contract, where you saw 10 lines, each one with a name under it.

The first 2 lines were signed by the two highest leader of the company, the third one was signed by the boys' manager, Sejin, and the last 7 lines were...not signed, but crossed?

It took you a while to understand what finally understand what that meant. You mouth hung open slightly, as you looked at your seven boyfriends in front of you.

"Why didn't you sign the contract?" You gasped shocked, while you looked again at the sheet of paper to make sure you weren't tricked by your brain. "Oh my god, you quit BTS? Why would you do this? Why did you...why? I don't understand. And why are you grinning like this?"

You mind was racing with questions. The boys just quit their future, their passion, and they were just smiling about it. You didn't know what was going on with them, because the boys who left the apartment this morning would have done anything to keep BTS together as long as possible.

"You are right, yeobo (darling)." Namjoon laid a hand on your knees as he looked into your eyes. "There will be no BTS anymore, and that's okay, because we want it like this."

"But why?" You whispered, laying your hand on top of his.

"The boys and I – " He pointed at the rest of your husbands, who had sat down around the kitchen counter. "We had many talks over the last few weeks. About you, and us, and our future and everything that includes our lives, together."

He emphasised the last word, as he winked his eyebrows at you.

"We just thought about what you said about us starting a family and finally settling

down – " You eyes lighted up as you realized what he was talking about. "We just – we were a little bit overwhelmed when you suddenly came up with you wanting to try for a baby, that we just rejected you. But we talked about this after our conversation and we – fuck – we want this too, jagi (darling)."

"But you love BTS." You whispered again, as a tear slide down your cheek, dripping onto your shirt.

"But we love you more." This time, it was Jin to talk. He stood up from the barstool he was sitting on, and made his way over to you. He then lifted his hand and whipped the streaming tear off of you cheeks. "We love what we're doing with BTS, but every story has to end at some point. We feel like it is the time right now to start a new chapter of our life, just the eighth of us."

He leaned down and pressed his lips onto your wet and salty lips. You were so overwhelmed in this moment, that all kind of emotions rushed through your body.

On the one hand, you wanted to be mad at them for giving up there careers for you and your outbursts of emotions, but on the other hand you just wanted to ripped their clothes off of their bodies and drag them to bed with you.

"Are you crazy?!" You suddenly spoke loudly at them (mostly at Jin because he stood in front of you), as you push Jin away from you. Somehow, you felt mad right now, so you began to slightly hit his chest with each following word. "You. Just. Quit. Your. Future. You. Idiots!"

When you stopped, you grabbed Jin by the collar of his shirt to pull him down until your lips smacked against each other.

"You are crazy." You whispered again as you leaned your forehead against his. "You idiots, I love you so much."

Big hands made their way over your hips from the side, when you suddenly were pulled away from the dark haired boy in front of you. You easily slide over the edge of the marbled counter top until the next boy stood between your legs.

"We love you more." Yoongi whispered as he captured your lips with his.

You were so caught up in the kiss, that you forgot the other boys around you.

"Jaaaagggiiii!" You heard Jimin and Jungkook whining beside you. "You wanted a baby! Let's make one. Now."

The maknae line was already pulling and grabbing the oversized shirt you were wearing, wanting to shove it over your head. You grew more and more impatient, as all the hands were roaming over your body, teasing all the right parts.

You disconnected your lips from Yoongi's and pushed him back slightly, before jumping off of the counter. You grabbed Taehyung by the hand and began to drag him behind you, as you made your way over to the bedroom, followed by the other boys.

You and your husbands spend the next weeks at home, making love whenever there was a free minute to bridge.

And well, what should you say, 12 months later, you held your firstborn baby-girl in your arms.

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So this is my first poly!BTS story. I think it is quite cute.

Let me know when you like it.

But don’t worry, BTS will still be existing until 2026, so we have still 5 years left to drool over them!

By the way: If you like The Maze Runner, you can visit my Wattpad account (20__moonchild__20). I am working on a story.

Stay healthy and safe!

Mꨄ

[ggukkiedae]

❝𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕥𝕤 𝕖𝕡. 𝟠𝟛-𝟠𝟝❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ when you put bangtan in a resort that’s basically a water park

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

Episode 83

yoonmi was practically drowning in the big shirt over her rashguard, so you can see her tying it at her waist while the others introduce the episode

“today’s run bts’s theme is summer outing”

“oh god, i’m not good at sports”

jungkook and her met eyes and “i got you, mimi” “hopefully we’re on the same team”

she got grouped with namjoon, hoseok, and seokjin

while the other team celebrated, she laughed while hoseok and seokjin lifted her up with their arms forming a makeshift throne

“oppas, please, i’m not good with sports”

she cheered when hoseok was called out to do the warm up exercises

she was giggling the whole warm up “why are we doing dance basics?”

she stretched out on the side, pulling her legs up into a scorpion position one at a time before sitting by the side of the pool. seokjin lifted her from under her armpits and placed her in the pool where the water reached her chest, almost to her collar bones

she exchanged looks with her teammates

“we’re at a huge disadvantage” “you’re telling me? they have ggukoo oppa, and he’s a powerhouse! i’m a noodle”

the game starts, and it shows the chaotic mess of the members. then there’s a one shot of her lightly splashing around in the water with squeaky noises layered on it

taehyung laughs and calls a time out around half way into the game “hold on, we’re at second set, and yoonmi’s just been playing in the back the whole time” “but, oppa, i’m literally armpit deep in the water!”

everyone laughs and calls her over to stand near their net with the caption “makdungie with no competitive bone” around her

surprisingly, she was able to hit the ball to the back where yoongi couldn’t reach

buuut they lost the second round

“i told you guys i can’t play”

for the third set, she was in front once again and the ball was just constantly sailing over her head. eventually she pouts

“i’m short, this isn’t fair”

to which hoseok just laughs and pats her head

she cheers when jungkook hits the ball softer for her to hit

but then he hits it back way too hard and it goes far behind them

“oppa,” she gasped at a laughing jungkook “are you mad?”

she hit the last ball, and they won the third set. the other three cheered and pulled her into a group hug

there’s a clip of yoonmi struggling to get out of the pool so jungkook lifts her out

next cut she’s in protective gear looking nervously at the boat

“are we gonna fly off? i can’t really swim” “that’s why you have a life vest, princess”

her eyes widened when she saw how fast and rocky the little boat was moving

“oppas! is it hard to stay on?”

all she could hear was screaming. she looked at seokjin “i’m gonna die” “no you’re not” “yes i am”

then it was their turn to get on. jungkook lightly tapped the side of her helmet “you’ll be fine. just hold tight”

her eyes and mouth are squeezed shut while they’re going, and she screams when the boat jumps

“125x7” “oppas, it’s 875, let’s do this fast so we can get off fast”

namjoon laughed “terror made you smarter makdungie”

then the boat moves once again

they arrive on land and she just lies down on the wooden floor

“oh my god, i’m never doing that again”

jimin shook his head fondly and pulled her to the others where they had chicken

she was zoned out and the caption on her one-shot said “the most stressed she’s been in her 19 years of life”

Episode 84

she was a lot more lively in the next game

“i like slides, this will be fun”

they chose her to go last and she grinned

she sat on where they were standing and clapped her hands when she saw the other members going down

by the time it was her and jungkook’s turn, the two maknaes cheerfully went up the slide

“they’re the only one’s not scared” namjoon noted

seokjin gave a confused look “which is surprising for yoonmi, but she enjoys slides too much”

she and jungkook did little wiggly dances when the pd asked if they were ready making the other members laugh

they went down, and she made sure to curl herself into a ball the moment she was off the slide

she stayed in the air considerably long before unfolding her body

once they hit the water, she floated up and wiped her face while laughing. jungkook pulled her with him to the side where she wasn’t even fazed at the news of losing

“it was fun!”

when taehyung went and forgot to say the s in bts, she fell to the ground in laughter

for the bob jump, they asked her if she would be able to do it to which she said no and curled up next to yoongi who also wasn’t doing it

“have fun, oppas”

she watched in awe while jungkook went and audibly gasped when she saw how high he went

“yup, i could not have managed that”

yoongi pulled her back to a chair where he kept her on his lap, wrapping them both in a towel to keep them warm while they watched the others

she sneezed a few times before yoongi looked at the on site medic

then they were on the platform by the obstacle course

“as you can see, we’re only seven now, but only six of us will be participating since hobi is feeling seasick, and yoonmi developed a slight fever, so we aren’t letting her play in case it gets worse”

“i want to go on the obstacle course, though,” yet she was silenced by six pairs of eyes silently telling her no to which she sighed

she sat on the blue platform to watch, but the staff told her to go wash up and get dressed in something warm. she pouted but hugged the six boys before running off

Episode 85

she appeared a little worse for wear with her hood up over her head.

jimin stood up and opened his arms

“aigoo, aegi, come here”

she sulked towards him and settled in a hug

“you’re burning up,” he felt her forehead, “thankfully you didn’t get too sick in the middle of a game. go sit beside kookie”

she sat on the table, head in her arms, while the others got food.

jungkook eventually returned not just with food, but also with a bottle of water and some medicine for yoonmi

taehyung was constantly feeding her or putting food on her plate

she was practically half asleep while eating, so she barely followed along with what was happening

“no,” seokjin laughed, “it’s a little funny because even hobi has more energy than yoonmi right now, and hobi just woke up”

she watched them do the bottle cap challenge with a tired smile

eventually taehyung pulled her over into a back hug and waddled them both towards the other chairs

then they were seated for the manito. she was between jimin and jungkook, arms tucked into the torso portion of her hoodie while jungkook tied her sleeves together

the pds asked her if she was okay “i drank my medicine! i’m okay!”

she saw yoongi’s gift and burst into a fit of giggles. when she saw seokjin’s gift, she just laughed. she burst into laughter when she saw taehyung’s gift and fell off her chair, so jimin had to help her up by untying her sleeves, but he fell, too which lead to more laughter

then namjoon started to approach taehyung with his gift

she jumped in surprise when he handed a small box to her

“oh, me? is this bts goods again?”

she opened the box and pulled out a leather bound notebook and a case of colorful pens. the leather notebook had “M.Y.” engraved in gold on the corner

“woah”

namjoon smiled when he sat back down “i know you’re looking into bullet journalling, so i thought maybe i could help you get started”

she smiled and skipped over to him before kissing his cheek “thank you oppa”

then it was her turn to give a gift. she twirled a little before gently attacking yoongi in a hug and placing a small paper bag in his arms. yoongi let her sit on his lap while he opened it

“woah, princess, and this fit in the price range?” “yupp!”

inside was a necklace with a shield shaped charm that had a heart shaped hole in it. she helped yoongi put it on then pulled her own necklace from under her hoodie and connected them

“yours is the shield because you always protect me and the oppas. you can even hang it on your bed or clip it to your bags, i don’t mind”

the other members were cooing at her while yoongi patted her cheek and pressed a kiss to the top of her head

“wait,” seokjin began, “so three of us got bangtan goods while yoonmi and yoongi don’t? wahhh”

this made everyone laugh

yoonmi went back to her seat and excitedly opened the notebook namjoon gave her, pleased to see the pages were dotted

they all finished giving each other presents, and she was just smiling despite how tired and lightheaded she felt

“it’s actually pretty nice we got to get each other presents” “you got journalling stuff, mimi. i got v fans” “that’s taetae oppa watching over you and keeping you cool!”

she leaned against yoongi for their ending shot. after calling out the slogan and the camera panning away, you can hear her voice

“i’m gonna start on my bullet journal as soon as i’m better and i’ve printed my pictures and stickers!”

[v-hope]

He has something to say about your outfit

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: “Could you maybe write a reaction where you're going out with the member and he points out something about your outfit but actually it’s something rather positive? Please 🙃 For example: YOU'RE GOING OUT LIKE THIS?? I can't let you walk out that door if you don’t pair them with (...) shoes. If you see 😁”

A/N: Writer’s block is still being a bitch but this was cute and kinda short to write so I hope you enjoy? I’m sorry this is the best I can give you guys jsñsks

Kim Seokjin

“Something’s missing” he pointed out as soon as his eyes laid on you, analyzing your outfit from head to toe.

“Yeah?” you wondered uncertainly, having your eyes travel down your body as well.

“Mhm…” he confirmed, taking a step closer to you and then giving you one last look before he said: “You know what would go really great with that breathtaking dress of yours?”

Cocking one of your eyebrows as you made your way over to the mirror, you guessed: “Those nice earrings I bought the other day?”

“Nope” he denied. “A paper bag”.

You blinked rapidly. “A… paper bag?”

“Yup” Jin once more emphasized the ‘p’ as he nodded. “Right there on that pretty face of yours”.

You snorted. “Oh, so pretty that you want me to cover it up, huh?”

“Of course?” he said as if it was obvious. “I am supposed to be the visual of our relationship and you’re overshadowing me”.

At that camouflaged compliment, you couldn’t help but feel the heat reach your cheeks.

“Well, you better get used to it because I’ve been the visual for a while now” you teased him.

And although he had rolled his eyes at such nonsense that had just abandoned your mouth, he smiled wholeheartedly, holding one of your hands in his to pull you closer.

“I can’t even try and deny what’s nothing but the truth”.

Min Yoongi

“Okay, what’s the long face for?” you wondered when you could no longer ignore the small pout taking over your boyfriend’s lips.

“No long faces over here” he replied mindlessly, not focusing his eyes on you but keeping them ahead of him instead.

“Yoongi~” you cooed sweetly, taking a seat next to him on the couch and snuggling closer to him.

He sighed, turning his head the other way as he mumbled low enough for you not to hear when he confessed: “You’re matching with Taehyung”.

Oh, but you did hear. And so you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I’m also matching with you though?”

This time, he finally placed his eyes on you. “But you’re wearing black and white just like him, whereas I’m only wearing black”.

You rolled your eyes in amusement, resting your chin on his shoulder and placing a small kiss on it. “You want me to go put on a black shirt instead so we can match for sure?”

He shook his head no — his expression turning into a disgusted one that had you giggling under your breath. “Gross”.

Because he was not the type to really care about these things, of course.

Or so he wanted you to believe, because when you went to your room and came back not even a minute later dressed in all black just like him, the way his whole face brightened up was enough for you to know he was indeed a softie who wanted to show the world how cute of a couple the two of you were.

Jung Hoseok

“How do I look?” you wondered, coming out of the closet with a pair of high waisted shorts and a button up blouse tucked inside of them.

Hoseok’s eyes fell on you instantly, and you’d be lying to say you didn’t absolutely love the look of both adoration and desire he was giving you right then.

“Amazing” he answered in a heartbeat, causing your heart to flutter. “But—”

But?

“There’s just something…” he mumbled as he stood up from the bed and took a few steps towards you, trying to put his finger on what was missing. “Oh, yeah” his hands went to one of the buttons of your blouse when he finally came to his conclusion, “there’s two things we can do about this”.

“Huh?” you raised both your eyebrows in confusion.

“Either we undo one more button” he unconsciously bit down on his lower lip as he did so, admiring the uncovered skin of your chest for a couple of seconds before his eyes fixed back on yours, “or you let me take it all off and we ditch our plans for later”.

Although a shiver ran down your spine right as his lips tenderly caught yours, you ended up slightly shoving him off.

“I’m afraid to tell you we cannot bail on these particular plans” you murmured much to his disappointment, stealing another brief kiss from his mouth. “We can go for the second choice once we come back home though”.

Oh, he would so go for it once you were done.

Kim Namjoon

“You’re really wearing those shoes?” the mere tone of his voice let you know how confused he was.

“Yeah” you nodded, staring down at your new white sneakers, “what about them?”

“Babe” he sighed, “we’re going to a hill… you know, hiking”.

“I know?” your eyebrows furrowed, this being your turn to be confused.

“They’re going to get all dirty and no longer be white” he pointed out the obvious for once and for all.

“Well, it’s either this pair or one of high heels because all my other shoes are at mine”.

And, just like he was well aware of, there was no time left for you to go all the way over your apartment to go get another pair of shoes for you to wear.

“So… we’re good to go?” you tried to lock eyes with him after a few seconds, since he was seemingly lost in his thoughts.

“Uh, yeah” he said once you successfully brought him back to you, going over to get his bag. “God, I cannot wait until we move in together so this won’t be a problem anymore”.

Now, this was the first time he had brought up moving in together, and although he had not seemed to notice and your heart was beating like mad at the new bit of information regarding him being so serious about your relationship, you, too, could not wait until that moment came.

Park Jimin

“Okay, Jimin, this is the third time you pull a face at one of the dresses I’ve shown you” you puffed your cheeks in disappointment, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do I really look that awful in them?”

“What? No!” he was quick to reply, standing up from the edge of your bed and going over to you, gently cupping your face in his hands. “You look gorgeous in all of them”.

Your lower lip stuck out prominently, just letting him hold you close to him as he reassured you.

“Then what is it?”

Jimin sighed. “It’s just that…” his shoulders moved slightly up and his eyes moved down, “none of them go with the shoes I got you a while ago…”

So that was it.

“Don’t you like them?” he questioned.

“Jimin-ah,” you threw your head faintly back as a small laugh escaped your lips, “of course I do. In fact, I love them”.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lit up, causing the corners of your lips to remain curved up.

“Then wh—”

“I’ve been saving them for a little surprise I have for you coming soon” you cut him off.

“Oh, okay…” he mumbled shyly, only for a smirk to take over his face as his hands travelled down to your waist, gently pinching at your sides when the thought of his birthday being just around the corner invaded his mind. “A surprise you say?”

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you playfully shoved him away. That was as much as you were giving away.

Kim Taehyung

For a good couple of minutes, you thought Taehyung had a problem with your button up shirt — the way his eyes squinted every time they fell on your chest was all you needed to believe so.

To be fair, it was kind of see through, but you didn’t think that would be a problem, at least not for him. However, when you were about to speak up your mind and point his odd behaviour out, he beat you to it.

“Please don’t take it the wrong way, love” he pleaded, “but I think you should go change”.

“Excuse me?”

A huff was fast to escape Taehyung’s mouth. So much for not taking it the wrong way.

“I just think,” he begun, placing his hands on the hem of your jeans and pulling you closer by your hips, “the black lace bra would go so much better with this shirt”.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. Now that was a turn of events.

“Oh” you breathed out, completely taken aback. “So… you don’t mind me wearing see through clothes in public?” he shook his head no at your question. “Not even when other people might look?” you pushed it.

“Nah” he shrugged — a cocky smirk curving up his lips as they hovered over yours and his hands digged under the thin fabric of your top. “Because, at the end of the day, I know I’m the only one who can see what’s underneath them”.

And that was all he ever needed.

Jeon Jeongguk

“You sure you wanna wear that?” he questioned right after he turned around to find you pulling a grey t-shirt over your head.

“Uh, why wouldn’t I?” your eyebrows knitted together, stretching over his bed to reach for your phone. “I’ll only be backstage at your show, it’s not like I’ll have to look spectacular f—”

“It’s not that” he cut you off, getting his phone as well.

“So?”

“I mean, it might get cold in there…” he pointed out.

“Which is why I’m bringing my jacket with me” you motioned towards it by the bed.

Jeongguk pouted unconsciously. “But what if, I mean—” he struggled with his own words, “I think an oversized hoodie would look way better with those jeans you’re wearing…” he trailed off, watching a teasing smile form on your lips as you caught on what he wanted to say, “and, they’re cozier, so—”

“Jeongguk-ah” you cut him off — your smile growing bigger by the second.

“Yeah?”

“You want me to wear one of your hoodies?”

This time, and much to your own amusement, he lowered his head in shame, almost inaudibly murmuring: “Yeah...”

Because having his girlfriend backstage wearing something everyone knew belonged to him did for some reason feel so damn good. And well, who were you to deny your boyfriend of such thing.

[saladejin]

Broken | Seokjin (M)

Seokjin x Reader | idolverse au, established boyfriend!Seokjin | Pining, rough smut, fluffy undertones 

Summary:  Free time is hard to come by for the two of you, but soon another problem arises in the form of his beloved bandmates.

Warnings: Rough sex, swearing, mature and explicit themes, wet dreams 

Word Count: 4.9k

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* Request from my Ao3 series ‘Movie Night’.

~

Skin tingling with excitement and breaths coming out in short gasps, your hands found purchase buried deep within his thick strands of hair.

His lips melded themselves to your own while his fingers roamed your figure expertly. He knew exactly where to touch to turn you into a whimpering mess, and he would never stop learning. It was like your body was a panel of buttons, and he the curious child wanting nothing more than to find out what each and every one did. 

“Baby…”

The man slowly grinding his hips into your clothed core didn’t respond to your plead. You wondered if his brain was too occupied, because you knew yours was surely gone. Your fingers traced the firm outlines of his abdominal muscles and travelled upwards to use his wide shoulders for leverage. You could hear his hurried and shallow breathing the more you swivelled your hips to create the desired friction.

Another moan tore from you when you felt his hands moving everywhere at once. Their familiar warmth cupping your aching sex attentively. You arched at the memory of his fingers trailing the sensitive outlines and openings. 

“Seokjin, I need you,” You gasped, looking upwards but feeling frustrated that the shadows masked the face of your lover.

You reached forwards for him, eager to have him in any way you possibly could…

~  

Oh to hell with it all!

Reality was fucking harsh. You awoke with groan of disapproval and shifted your sweaty body around in the sheets hesitantly. Just as expected, you felt a certain slickness coating the insides of your thighs again.

This was literally the third sex dream you had conjured up in the past week or so. Each time you snapped open your eyes to find yourself cold and alone in your bed, you felt the wave of disappointment washing over you growing stronger. God, you missed him.

I just want him back in my arms. I just want him.

You sighed as you imagined the smiling face of your long-term boyfriend, the one and only Kim Seokjin of BTS. Life was pretty hectic considering you both worked taxing jobs, with him being a world famous idol and you being a full-time teacher at a private academy a fair drive away. Time had become very difficult for you both to find, but lately Seokjin’s had completely cancelled out when the band began promoting their new album overseas. After that, the bucket-loads of fame brought on caused even more difficulty and restriction on you both.

If it wasn’t for the strong bond and resilience you both upheld, the relationship would have broken to pieces a long time ago.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and got up to start the day, trying to ignore the sexual frustration tearing at your insides. A tiny light winked at you from the screen’s surface.

“Good morning my love, I hope you slept well x”

You felt the fluffy warmth spread through you as you reread his text again, but rolled your eyes when you thought about how you actually slept.

Should I let him know? It would probably cause problems.

You shrugged because caution had never been a part of your relationship in the first place. Direct teasing was what created so much of the chemistry between the both of you, and it was almost always much to the disapproval of the other members.

“Good morning! It would have been better if I was getting fucked by the real you and not a dream.”

You watched with an evil cackle as the three little dots appeared and disappeared several times.

“I’ll have to tell my dream-self to do a little better. It’ll only be a few more days until I’m the one breaking the bed again, sweetheart.”

You felt so pathetic for getting turned on by his simple cheesy text, but you were so starved at this point you couldn’t really blame your brain for weakening. He was due to come back to Korea in the next few days, so you really wouldn’t have to long to wait.

“Sounds promising, I’ll order a new one tonight.”

You left the room chuckling quietly to yourself. The weight of his words usually proved fruitful, and the fact that you had both freed up a single weekend was exciting enough. This rarely ever happened so you knew you were both super keen to spend time together for two whole days in a row.

It’s sad to think how even that has become special.

You settled down with your breakfast, already falling into the usual routine of your daily texting with Seokjin. He usually sent you all kinds of funny pictures with the other members, as well as beautiful photos of any places they went. You found yourself having your own private tour each and every day, and you always thought about how caring he was to take all that time out for you.

Not for long. Soon, (Y/n), soon you won’t need to see anything but the bedroom.

You really needed to clear your sex-driven mind.

~

The door swung open and you threw yourself into Seokjin’s arms without hesitation. He had arrived back late in the night and had already slept off most of the jet-lag before texting you to let you know he was on his way to your house. You had almost certainly jumped out of your skin in surprise, because even though you knew you were both longing for each other, you still hadn’t been prepared at all.

“Sorry babe, I tried to stop them but they wouldn’t listen,” Seokjin grunted lowly into your ear, and you tried your best to stifle a shiver at the sound to think about the words.

“Noona! It’s great to see you!” A voice boomed, and you leaned back from the broad chest of your boyfriend to see Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok filtering in behind him.

“Guys, oh! How have you been?”

You moved to give them all friendly hugs, hoping to mask your utter shock. You glanced behind to see Seokjin gritting his teeth in cleverly hidden annoyance, but you knew him too well for it to be completely invisible. There were slight bags underneath his beautiful brown eyes.

He probably didn’t even tell the boys no, knowing how much they’ve wanted to visit lately.

You invited everyone inside and offered drinks immediately. The fun chatter built up and you left the bustling boys to themselves to go and get some water for them. If you had known they were coming and staying for a while, maybe you wouldn’t have been so quick to throw on the horribly risky lingerie set you’d bought a few weeks ago.

Soft footsteps sounded behind you and suddenly your body was being turned around to press backwards into the kitchen bench. You ran your arms up to loop around Seokjin’s neck, grateful that the kitchen was walled off from the other guys and their watchful eyes.

“I wanted to come here alone,” Seokjin exhaled, seemingly in a daze as he moved one of his hands down to grasp loosely at your waist. You ignored the fire spreading from his subtle touch and craned forward to press a loving kiss to his plump lips.

“I missed you so much, I wouldn’t care if you brought your whole fanbase with you.” You blinked pointedly.

He cracked a smile and pressed another tender kiss to your lips, the wet sound echoing through your mind jarringly. You knew if you focused your attention on his uneven breathing you would lose what little control you had left. It was bad enough that he had started to push his body further into yours as the seconds drew onwards.

“I haven’t had you in so long,” he sighed and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to lean in and close any distance you might have had. You felt the heat pooling in your lower regions like some kind of dam had broken. His needy and darkened gaze called for your touch and attention loudly.

“(Y/n)-noona? We brought you a gift from America, do you want to open it now?” Jimin’s voice called from the living room. You realised with a jolt how filthy the current scene would seem, as Seokjin almost had you sprawled out on the surface of the bench. You probably would’ve let him take you right then and there too.

You looked at your beloved boyfriend knowingly before squeezing his biceps in reassurance and pushing off the edge of the counter. His loud disappointed sigh basically summed up your entire mood, but you knew you still had the whole upcoming weekend to yourselves.

“Coming!” You smiled tightly, preparing to walk out with the glasses of water in hand.

“Well fuck, you could be,” came Seokjin’s irritated mumble.

You tried your best to fight down the sparks of arousal at hearing his angry rasp behind you, but it was all pointless in the end. Your level-headed boyfriend bickered with others quite often, but when he was actually angry, boy that was another story.

Last time you had seen him that worked up, it had been over how he couldn’t get a certain dance move right even after hours upon hours of practice. He had come over with all his muscles tensed up from the building fury, and when you had offered to relieve his tension, he hadn’t hesitated on fucking you hard into the early hours of the next morning.

That’s a memory I should not be thinking of right now. Next thing I’ll be dropping to my knees right in front of the boys!

You shook your head, trying to concentrate on the words Jimin and Taehyung were speaking as they described each perfume they had discovered and brought back. You were so grateful for their thoughtfulness and thanked them so many times for the presents, but your eyes kept wandering to where Seokjin was sitting with his legs crossed conveniently; his eyes averted and fingers tapping to a random rhythm against the arm of the couch.

It had been way too long. It was almost too much for you to stand being in the same proximity as him, and even if he felt the same there was nothing either of you could really do except wait it out.

~

Your panties were soaking as you smashed in the code for Bangtan’s dorm. Seokjin had been constantly riling you up for the past hour over text, and now that you had finally managed to make your way over things were very heated for you. Your fingers trembled with adrenaline and you cursed when you accidentally punched in the wrong number more than once.

He had managed to score the whole dorm to himself for a small amount of time. This was an absolute triumph, because even though you had both freed up the weekend, escaping the members was truly another task in itself.

“Jin I-”

“Baby I’m so glad you’re here!” Seokjin’s noticeably forced shout caused you to stop in your tracks. The shock tightened its grip as you realised you definitely weren’t alone.

Your boyfriend sat on the couch surrounded by his smiling bandmates who were joking amongst themselves, but you knew by his painfully apologetic eyes and conspicuously placed couch cushion that this hadn’t been planned at all.

“Hey noona, we finished practice early so we could have a movie night!” Jungkook greeted as he jumped up to hug you warmly. You just couldn’t let the disappointment hang around for long when this bunny made an appearance.

“Hey Kook-ah.” You smiled sharply, trying to edge away from him so he wouldn’t accidentally feel what you were wearing underneath.

Fuck, Seokjin knows what it looks like too…

You locked eyes with your boyfriend and you both silently conveyed a sorrowful message.

Yes, you would need to do some more waiting apparently. Children were high maintenance, but you knew if this would’ve gone completely your way you would have dragged him into the nearest bedroom and ridden him like your life depended on it.

Sometimes he was just so caring it hurt; quite literally in your case if your weeping pussy had anything to say about it.

“Um, so what are we watching?” you asked through clenched teeth, smoothing down your skirt in hopes of hiding any ‘evidence’. You looked up again to see Yoongi slouched deep in his armchair and felt your heart thump when his piercing eyes flickered from you to Seokjin knowingly.

Shit, I forgot how perceptive this guy was.

You could see the hints of a half-amused smirk tugging at the rapper’s lips, and the fact that Seokjin’s cheeks were reddening gave away that he had noticed too. You had no time to feel the mortification creep up on you since the younger ones were already dragging you towards the couch.

“We picked a great action one, you’ll love it,” Taehyung rushed excitedly and barely even gave you time to comprehend what he was saying.

“Sorry we haven’t got enough room on the couch,” Jimin clicked his tongue, eyes scanning the room intently for a spare spot. You smiled and opened your mouth to say you were fine on the floor, but someone slipped in before you could speak.

“It’s fine, she can just sit on Seokjin’s lap like she always does. They’re together after all,” Yoongi suggested while craftily masking his intentions under a smile. You saw the way the smirk still poked through his guise all the same.

This sneaky bastard.

But you would admit, this had created the perfect opportunity to tease your boyfriend a little. Usually you wouldn’t hesitate at the chance, but this time you knew you would probably suffer just as badly. Seokjin met your eyes and gave the tiniest shake of his head in warning, there was no way he would be able to handle himself if your ass was pressing itself against his rock hard cock.

“Guess there’s nothing wrong with that.” You shrugged and watched as Jin’s expression crumbled into one of darkness and defeat. You knew exactly what was in store for you, and you loved it.

Yoongi covered the bottom of his face with one hand to muffle the chuckle threatening to break past. You smiled towards Hoseok and Namjoon on the other couch before strolling over and glancing down at your boyfriend with lidded eyes. He opened his arms for you, just as usual, but you felt the vital difference as soon as you sat down onto his muscled thighs.

A deep exhale brushed past your ear as he shifted underneath you, and every inch of your skin tingled with heat as you felt the prominent outline twitch suddenly. He was so aroused it was almost too much for even you to bear.

“Please try to stop moving, please (Y/n),” he blew into your ear almost silently. You couldn’t suppress the shiver that racked your form at the sensation of his breath, but this only caused a tiny grunt to fall from his lips. Damn, you were both way too sensitive to each other tonight, and Yoongi knew it too. The sly fox only sat there watching you two with the biggest shit-eating grin you had ever seen.

“Okay it’s getting good, everyone be quiet from now on.” Jungkook brought a finger to his lips, bunny eyes gleaming with enthusiasm as he grabbed Taehyung’s arm and ran to sit back down on the floor. Seokjin had his head bent forward to rest against your back as his whole body tensed up. You knew he was struggling to keep himself together.

“(Y/n) I’m about to lose it, stop fucking moving.” He shuddered as you unintentionally moved to get more comfortable. You just knew he was about to reach the breaking point, but he would regret everything if he exposed you both so quickly, so you reached to squeeze his hand in reassurance.

“Not here. Come over after the movie and we’ll make it real good,” you leaned down to whisper almost silently into his ear so nobody else could overhear. His lip was bitten as he registered the words, the tension from the implied promise hanging thickly in the air. If he had really wanted to calm himself down he would’ve sat on the floor himself not even minutes in.

You almost squeaked when he rolled his hips slowly upwards just once. Just small enough so you could feel what was waiting for you, but not noticeable to anyone else in the room. Even Yoongi had shifted his attention to the movie and had forgotten about the two horny beings sitting on the couch barely two metres away.  

Minutes flew by as you struggled to keep your attention anywhere else, but you kept failing time and time again.

“Hey Jin-hyung?”

Your heart skipped a beat as Seokjin’s minuscule grinding came to a halt, a large breath trying to casually leave his lungs.

“Yeah?” His low voice crackled slightly.

“Now that it’s over can you help me with that hour-long vocal training thing you were talking about?” Jimin asked as he got to his feet and dusted off his shirt from the popcorn pieces.

Wait it’s over?

You were aghast as you looked over to see the credits of the movie scrolling down the screen. You had literally been focusing on the hard outlines pressing into your clothed heat the entire time. Now the cold dread and disappointment lodged itself deeply into your chest as you looked back to gauge Seokjin’s response. Your underwear was nothing but a scrap of wet cloth at this point.

“Argh! Fuck this!”

To your utter surprise, you felt two large hands swooping down to pick you up somewhat roughly. Everyone else gaped as Seokjin yanked you into his chest and marched furiously towards the hallway where his bedroom was. You were left to helplessly cling onto his neck as he abducted you away from everyone else.

“What was that about?” Hoseok was quick to pipe up, wondering why his eldest bandmate had gotten so agitated. Jimin quickly held up his hands to show his innocence, but Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged amused glances.

“If I were you, I'd go plug in your headphones.”

~

You were breathing heavily as Seokjin kicked open his already ajar door, not even caring if he made enough noise to alert the whole building.

“Are you okay babe?” you huffed, watching in amazement as he proceeded to close the door by knocking it with his hip sharply. He didn’t utter a word and only growled before throwing you onto the bed.

Excitement crawled up your body as you were suddenly being pressed into the mattress, his lips were on you in an instant, hungry and desperate. Nothing could be heard but your occasional gasps for air as the primal urges took over.

He needed to have you, and you needed to have him inside you as soon as possible. You positively ached for it.

“Sorry, I just can’t waste time right now,” Seokjin grunted, eyebrows still furrowed from the irritation lingering in his mind. You knew this look. This was the look, the one that had gotten you mercilessly drilled for hours on end. Your heart almost stopped at the strong surge of arousal licking at your abdomen.

“No foreplay needed, I’m flooding myself right now.”

He locked eyes with you for one electrifying moment before licking his lips and pulling you close to his heated body. Without warning, he plunged one hand underneath the edge of your skirt to search for proof of your words, and your lusty whimper mingled with his pleased moan as he ran his fingers along the dripping entrance he found there.

“Fuck, I could slip in so easily.”

You eyed the prominent bulge growing even larger in his pants, but couldn’t act because you were now both too busy undressing yourselves. He was as ravenous as a starved dog, and there was barely a moment where he wasn’t marking your skin or leaving wet kisses in his wake. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself either, and the sinful noises falling from him only drove you onward.

You let out a breathy moan as he flipped you onto your stomach roughly. You caught sight of his tensed muscles briefly, and you knew he was so worked up it was insane, yet exhilarating at the same time.

“How will you take me?” You moved one arm to sweep your hair over your shoulder, letting him see the entire expanse of your arched back and rounded ass on full view.

“Wow, just like this. I can’t make it slow tonight, I want to fuck your brains out (Y/n),” he almost whispered, voice low and raspy with desire. You didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were filled with a familiar fire, but the thought caused a fresh wave of need to hit you full-force, and suddenly a trail of your own hot wetness slid down your thigh.

“My God, are you trying to kill me?” He groaned and you heard the breath leaving his lungs harshly. The ripping of the condom packet made you jump in anticipation. You arched your back further and sighed, completely ready for this bundling ball of pent up frustration to unleash his wrath onto you and your pussy.

His hand smoothed down your back and you felt the tiny hairs rising at the sensation. This upped sensitivity was going to be the death of you both, and you knew he could also tell by the way your thighs trembled with longing.

“Head down, my love.”

With that he thrust forward and made sure to follow through with a smooth grind of his hips. You cried out in pure pleasure as his length eased past your soaking folds with little resistance. You shifted backwards to meet him, but still winced at the somewhat tight fit. It had been a while, but at least you had plenty of time to get accustomed.

“O-oh, oh that’s good,” He moaned painfully above you, but you knew the serenity wouldn’t last. He was too frenzied to stop at any moment. His hands were already gripping firmly at the tops of your thighs to spread your bent legs further apart.

A plethora of bruises later, but I’m not complaining now…

You sunk your teeth into the nearest pillow as he began setting a punishing pace. Your walls were being battered by his cock, and he was hitting that sweet spot so rapidly you were already coming undone beneath him. You angled your body higher and couldn’t help but moan wantonly at how he hit you in even deeper places.

“This is for all the time we could’ve been fucking,” Seokjin growled through gritted teeth. “A whole weekend, this is a whole weekend in one.”

You widened your eyes at his words, feeling tears prick at the corners from the pure amount of pleasure building up in your core. He twisted you so you rotated on his cock to lay on your back again, and only groaned in approval when your head and shoulders were met by his headboard with a dull ‘thud’.

“Don’t hide anything, I don’t care if they hear everything,” he breathed into your ear as he spread your thighs open once more, the surface of your skin visibly glistening with your fluids. He took in the sight eagerly before looking up with darkened eyes. You knew how completely messed up you were, but he looked pretty fucked too with his flushed complexion and shuddering breaths.

You opened your mouth to reply, but he shoved his thick cock back into your heat unexpectedly, and your words came out in a garbled scream. This new missionary angle felt even more deliciously sensitive and deeper.

“That’s it,” he grunted, brows creasing in concentration as he watched every little contortion of your expression.

He fucked hard and fast, not leaving any room for thinking as you climaxed shockingly. Your thighs shook and your whole abdomen clenched as the orgasm racked your form. Your cry of relief could probably be heard by the whole dorm, but you couldn’t let your mind wander to that when Seokjin picked up the pace again.

The feeling of your walls spasming around his length caused his common sense to fly out the window. He lowered his body onto yours so he could enter you quickly and easily, your beautiful and breathy noises edging him further to the edge he so desperately sought.

Your shoulders and back continuously edged further up the headboard as he pounded into you. You could vaguely hear the banging of the wood against the snowy white wall behind, but your attention was ripped away as another orgasm abruptly bloomed and jerked your entire body into uncontrollability.

Seokjin reached up to still your shoulders, throwing his head back in complete ecstasy as he allowed the slow rhythmic rolling of your muscles to send him over. He groaned loudly as he came, abdominal muscles tensing as he breathed deeply and gently moved his hips to ride out the finish. You were a sight to behold below him, eyes closed and swollen lips hanging open in blissful shock. He watched in admiration as your clammy body continued to jolt occasionally from the aftershocks.

No words were spoken, but you felt his lips against your skin through the haze clouding your mind. He tenderly trailed the outlines of your neck and jawline as if saying ‘thank you, I’m sorry’. You only gasped as another wave of sensitivity coursed through you from head to curled toes. You could still feel the heavy weight of him nestled inside you, but you didn’t want him to leave.

“You’re always so good to me baby. I needed that.” He sighed and almost reluctantly pulled out of your soaking folds slowly. You whined as the sharp feeling almost brought you closer to the edge again, but the stimulation was just too much. He inhaled sharply in stunned disbelief and moved to calm you down with soft words of encouragement.

“I-I think that’s the best sex we’ve had. You were amazing and fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” You breathed out, eyes still closed and one hand resting over your eyes as you tried to see anything other than stars. His deep chuckle sounded from somewhere beside you as he got up to dispose of the condom. You sighed before also getting up to use the toilet and clean up a little.

“If only we could go at it for two days…We waited for so long,” he murmured as you returned from the bathroom to see him pulling on some loose pants. You looked around and found one of his large shirts to throw on before climbing back into bed with him.

“Well considering how rough you were when you were angry, I wouldn’t mind getting you like that more often.” You smirked as you cuddled into his chest, trying your best to ignore the dull ache flaming from your lower regions.

“What? (Y/n) if you wanted me to be rougher all you had to do was ask.” He snorted, reaching down to smooth away some of your hair and pull you further into his arms. You hummed as he pecked tiny kisses down your bare arm.

“Well, I guess I just found out.”

~

The next morning you woke a little earlier than usual. Seokjin still slept soundly as you smiled at the sight of his slightly parted lips and fluttering eyelashes. He was so adorable when he was like this, but then your mind flashed back to the smouldering heat within his gaze and the rough pumps of his hips last night.

Well everyone has their duality I guess.

You took a deep breath as you swung your legs out of the bed, wanting to prepare your boyfriend an amazing breakfast for making you feel so good the night before. You made it to the door with a little difficulty, but as soon as you tried to walk normally the ache flared from your vagina and you stumbled forwards into the hallway.

Your knees bent at awkward angles as you tried to shuffle down the passageway, wincing while keeping one hand clenched at your pelvis almost as a reassurance. Damn, he had seriously taken away your ability to walk this time.

You grunted in exasperation, yet somehow didn’t completely hate the sore feeling. You looked up in determination to get to the kitchen but felt your breath hitch when you saw Yoongi and Namjoon sitting at the bench eyeing you in shock.  

Shit, they just watched me amble down the hall like a newborn deer.

“Uh, maybe you should get some rest (Y/n),” Namjoon suggested with a kind smile tugging at his lips. He had a half-eaten slice of toast in front of him, and you felt hunger bubble up in your stomach at the combination of smells.

“God knows you didn’t get any last night…” Yoongi mumbled and you stifled a surprised chuckle as Namjoon wacked his fellow rapper’s shoulder, utterly horrified. You leaned against the wall as they looked to you for a response.

“Well,” you began with a smug raise of your eyebrows. “I’d be lying if I said you were wrong.”

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[btsfan15]

Workout

(One of the best and most high quality pics we have of Jin's abs. You're welcome).

I headed into BigHit Entertainment building with Jin's favorite meal. I worked so hard to cook it for him and I'm hoping he likes it. I'm nervous because I'm afraid he won't like what I made. I don't really cook that often.

I step on the elevator and press the button for the third floor. When I arrive at my destination, I step off and look down the hallways. I check the practice room first.

Jin isn't there, but Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi are.

"Navya?!" Hoseok grins.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks.

"And what's in that bag?" Jimin asked, licking his lips.

Jungkook's eyes go wide when he sees the bag and a mischievous grin spreads across his face.

"This is for Jin." I said, pulling the bag protectively towards me.

"Aw." Jimin and Jungkook frown.

"Sorry. Maybe I'll bring some for all of you next time. Where's Jin at anyway?"

"He decided to go to the gym today." Hoseok said.

"Oh really? Maybe he'll be hungry. I worked hard on this. It's his favorite dish."

"If he's not hungry, Jimin and I will eat it." Jungkook said.

"Nice try." I chuckled.

He sighed.

I said goodbye to the boys and headed to the gym. I approached the doors and peeked in.

(A gif just because it's ICONIC and we don't get to see videos of Jin working out)

I let out a gasp when I saw Jin lifting some weights. I watches as his muscles flexed with every move. He finished up and stood, stretching his arms. I saw him fanning his shirt in an attempt to cool off. He raked his fingers through his hair, thanks to all his sweat, his hair stayed slicked back, exposing his forehead.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head causing my eyes to widen. He moved over to a pull up bar and started doing pull ups. I felt like I was gonna start drooling as I watched his back muscles flex.

"Whatcha doin'?" I heard a voice behind me.

I jumped and let out a small squeak before turning around. Taehyung stood there, with a bright grin on his face.

"I'm here to see Jin." I said.

"Then why are you standing out here, gawking at him?"

"I-I wasn't gawking."

Taehyung looked past me into the gym and saw Jin exercising.

"Oh, you were totally gawking." He laughed. "Navya is nasty." He teased, poking my side.

"I-I'm not nasty! Jin just looks really good."

"You mean really hot?"

"Yes! I-I mean no!"

Tae started laughing.

"Go away!" I shoved him down the hallway.

"Toodles!" He waved at me before disappearing around the corner.

I sighed and turned towards the gym. Jin had stopped working out and was staring right at me. He smiled and waved really big. I waved back and headed inside.

"Navya!"

"Hi, Jin!"

"How'd you know I was here?" He asked.

"Oh, I stopped by the practice room and had to abs- ASK Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin where you were."

"Ah." He chuckled, a small smirk on his lips indicating he heard my slip up. "So, what are you doing here?" He asked, throwing a small towel over his shoulder.

"I made you something." I grinned, holding the bag up. "It's your favorite. I hope you're hungry."

"Are you kidding?! I'm always hungry!"

"I think you should wait until you're..." I stopped talking, my eyes raking his exposed torso. "...uh...not...shirtless...and hot."

"What was that?" He asked.

"Ah! N-nothing."

"I thought you said something about me being shirtless and hot."

"No...y-you obviously misheard me."

"So, I'm not hot?"

"You are!"

"I am?"

"I mean...sure I guess." I shrugged.

He smirked and took the bag of food from me, setting it aside. His arm wrapped around my waist and jerked me forward towards him, making me bump into his chest. I let out a gasp at the sudden action. He was still breathing heavily from his workout.

He tilted his head a little, eyes darkening. I gulped nervously. He placed one of his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up towards him. He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

"Maybe I should have dessert first." He smirked before diving back in for another kiss, this time it was more forceful. My arms wrapped around his neck as his plump lips moved perfectly against mine. His hands gently started squeezing my waist.

A loud banging on the gym doors made us pull away. Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook were standing outside the glass doors, smiling.

"WHAT THE CRAP, YOU GUYS!" I shouted.

They walked into the room, acting as if they didn't catch Jin and I making out.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, my face hot out of embarrassment.

"Jungkook and Jimin wanted to see if Jin would share his food." Hoseok sighed.

"Absolutely not." Jin said, grabbing the bag off the floor.

Jimin and Jungkook frowned disappointedly.

"Alright, you heard him. He's not sharing. Now, c'mon, let's go." Hoseok grabbed the backs of the two younger member's shirts and pulled them out of the room.

"Let's head to the lounge, we can hang there." Jin said.

I nodded.

He grabbed his discarded shirt and slipped it back on before we walked out.

We got to the lounge and sat on the couch. Jin put the bag on the table and opened it up, pulling out the food container.

He grabbed a pair of chopsticks I put in there and opened the container. He dramatically wafted the smell up towards his face and sniffed the air.

"It smells amazing. Let's see how it tastes."

He took a bite and chewed, looking as if he was deep in thought. His eyes widened.

"Wahh~" He clapped. "My girlfriend is a cooking genius!"

"Stop acting like it's good." I laughed.

"I'm not! It really is delicious! You did really good!" The seasoning is perfect."

"It is?"

"Mhm!" He nodded and shoved another huge bite into his mouth.

I smiled as I watched him.

He really is enjoying my cooking.

"Here." He shoved a bite of food towards me. "Have some."

I tried it when I cooked it, but I can't refuse since Jin looks so cute giving me puppy eyes. I leaned forward and took the food.

"You should cook more often."

"I don't know...I'm not that good at it."

"If you're not confident in your cooking skills, I can always help you out."

"No, you're busy with schedules and stuff."

"So?" He shrugged. "I'll find time."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'd love to be your cooking teacher."

"I'd love that, too."

After Jin, finished eating, he was kind enough to put the container back in the bag. He scooted over next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I could feel him eyeing me, so I glanced over at him.

"What?"

"I didn't get to finish dessert earlier." He smirked, licking his lips.

"Oh?" I quirked an eyebrow. "Why don't you finish it then?"

"Gladly." He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine.

[btspdf]

BTS Reaction - jjk

You fall asleep doing something

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You huffed as you turned the corner and trudged down the final hallway. Lugging four bags of food from the nearest restaurant all the way up and around the third floor was probably the most exhausting thing you’d ever done.

You reached the final door and pushed it open, nearly collapsing inside which caused all seven pairs of eyes to turn towards you from the corner of the room.

“Y/N!” Jimin squealed as he ran to you, making you forget about the strain on your arms and making a smile appear on your face as you laughed.

He ran to you, quickly taking all the bags and pecking you on the cheek before jogging to set them on the table in the opposite corner. Five other men followed Jimin’s steps, all coming to greet you and give a quick hug as thanks before going to eat their lunch.

A head of floppy brown hair caught your eye and suddenly you were pulled into his chest. His arms rounded your shoulders as yours made their way around his slim waist, giving you a squeeze before leaning back to give you a sweet kiss.

“Thank you babe.” Jungkook smiled as he tucked stray hairs back. “You really didn’t have to go out of your way for these losers.”

“Hey!” you heard Taehyung yell out, making you giggle.

“It’s really fine, Kook. I was hungry too and I wanted to see you. It’s a win-win.”

His eyes scrunched up as his trademark bunny smile showed and you couldn’t help but return it. He ruffled your hair before putting his arm around you and walking with you to the table to enjoy the meal with the rest.

After everyone had eaten to their hearts desire, they up and started practicing again. Beginning small, hoping not to upset their stomachs, they went over counts and discussed small things they could improve, after working their way up. After an hour they were doing the choreography full-out with sweat dripping and breaths labored.

You enjoyed watching the process and seeing them work this hard always made you feel a sense of pride, knowing they deserved every ounce of praise they earned and more. You sat on a small couch in the back of the practice room, alternating between being on your phone and watching them through the mirror.

As the time neared 10 pm, they decided this was the final run and danced with all their might until the last beat hit. They quickly drank water and began goofing off as they packed to go home, the youngest quickly realizing he had gotten so lost in his rehearsal that he hadn’t checked on you in sometime.

He looked to the couch only to see you curled in the corner with your hair covering your face and phone falling out of your hand. The others followed his line of sight before seeing and snickering about how cute you were.

Jungkook made his way to you before sitting on his knees before the couch. He gently took his hand and lifted the hair out of your face to see a peaceful expression he could admire for hours.

The others stayed back, watching in surprise at this side of the maknae that they rarely got to see. Of course he had the days where he would pay for them and made sure they all knew how much they meant to his heart, but to see him so soft with a girl made them realize how quick he grew up. They quietly called out and said goodnight, all heading back to their dorms. Jimin stayed back by the door, waiting for the young couple.

Jungkook gently lifted his hand to tap a finger on your smooth forehead. After a couple light taps and with no progress, he tapped a little harder, causing your brows to furrow as you shifted on the sofa. You barely cracked an eye open before stretching out your limbs.

“Ready to go home?” he snickered, which led to you closing your eyes once more and slightly nodding your head. You put your arms out, resembling a five year old with the actions of wanting to be carried.

He rolled his eyes at you before grabbing your arms and pulling you to sit up, then squatting with his back to you. You clung to him and wrapped your limbs around his frame as he lifted you with ease and made his way to the door, growing shy at the teasing smirk on his hyungs lips as he held the door open.

“You owe me. Jimin’s never gonna let me forget this.”

[featherypromises]

Thank you to all that supported me during my hiatus. I may still end up needing surgery on my shoulder depending on how my body co-operates with the meds I am on. Typing and mousing are a no-go with my right hand still so I apologize for being so slow. This is a short drabble, since I can’t manage much more than this at the moment. I hope like Taehyung that you aren't disappointed with my less than stellar performance. 

This is answering a request for @keefthebeachboy who wanted some Tae-mayhem. “This cold doesn’t seem to want to leave my throat, it’s so swollen I can barely talk.” My brain immediately clung to the trauma during Bring the Soul. 

Spoiler Alert: During The Truth Untold performance (I believe in France) Taehyung lost his voice and ARMY finished for him. I am not a Tae fan but this part made me cry in the theatre and most of the way home. (https://youtu.be/JMYQ5OLxCTc) 

The Truth Unsung

The cheers were deafening. Taehyung and the other members could hear ARMY’s excitement from backstage. They were all exhausted from a gruelling tour and each of them found that this was taking a massive toll on their bodies. Especially Taehyung, who was currently white as a sheet under his makeup. He was more nervous about this performance than he had been in a long time. He wasn’t sure that he had another song in him. 

He had tried so hard...only to be disappointed. Taehyung had tried everything. Hot tea with Lemon and Honey, cough drops that dulled the ache in his throat, (until he could taste nothing but cough drops) throat sprays, and nothing was getting the virus to budge. He hadn’t sung for the last two rehearsals to try to save his voice for the actual performance. His voice had cracked just during the warm up. This was not good.

It was one of the last tours in Europe and Taehyung had started to feel off a few days ago. It had started with a tickle in his throat that he just couldn’t get rid of. His nose ran constantly, making post nasal drip run down his throat, until he woke up on the third morning with a squeaky voice and a miserable cough. 

He muted his mic and coughed drily, bending at the waist. This was insane. How could he possibly sing like this. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Namjoon stood behind him, rubbing his upper back until the coughs finally subsided. 

“Are you going to be able to make it, Taehyungie?” the leader asked, his black-brown eyes sympathetic and concerned. 

Taehyung tried his best actor smile. It was a bit shaky, as Namjoon had unwittingly echoed aloud the fear that made his heart pound and his nerves fizzle with anxiety. He cleared his throat.

 “Thi.. -A-Hem!- This cold doesn’t seem to want to leave my throat, Hyung. It’s so swollen I can barely talk.” he admitted.

RM frowned, “Still?” he asked, surprised. “I knew you were bad yesterday, but I thought it was better today… You should have told me sooner, Taehyungah.”

Taehyung smiled ironically, “There’s nothing that Jiminie-hyungie and Seokjinie-hyung didn’t try already.” He mumbled, trying not to over use his voice. The back of one of Rapmon’s large, clumsy hands found its way to the vocalist’s forehead and pressed gently onto it. 

“You are definitely warm, but it could be the stage lights. Please, try not to strain yourself. Should I talk to Gukie and see if he can sing your part?” Taehyung shook his head and continued to shake it, as RM continued, “You’re sure?”

Taehyung would do what he had do. Right now that meant going on stage with one last song for ARMY. It was a love ballad, and his vocal part set the mood for the whole song. He would do this for them. They had shown up in the tens of thousands. They wanted to see him... And he knew that for some of them, this would be the first, or maybe even the last time they might be able to see BTS in concert. With this pressure and motivation, he took his position on his platform beside Jimin.

The music started with a soft piano.  He cleared his throat and winced as he swallowed painfully.

“Oeroumi gadeukhi, Pieoissneun i garden... Gasitu…” His voice was scratchy and hoarse and within moments had faded to a pained whisper. He felt tears form in his eyes as he failed to sing the rest of his line.

ARMY cried out in sympathy and he felt the emotion of each voice strike him as if he had taken a physical blow. He had let them all down. His family, his Hyungs and Kookie, and all the ARMY that had come so far to see them. 

Suddenly, like a wave crashing over him, he heard ARMY sing:

“I moraeseonge nan nal maeeosseo” They were singing for him. He felt tears roll down his face. He heard them all screaming out his parts, singing them with the others. He touched his throat and let his mic hand just hang by his side. He mouthed the words silently: 

“Nan duryeoun geol

Cholahae, I’m so afraid

Gyeolgugen neodo nal tto tteonabeorilkka

Tto gamyeoneul sseugo neol mannareo ga”

ARMY sang his parts through the entire song. He bowed with the others after the song and the stadium shook with ARMY’s voice: “KIM TAEHYUNG! KIM TAEHYUNG!” He waved gratefully to them as they descended from the platform. 

He said a hoarse farewell to them as they closed out the concert, feeling small and inadequate. Taehyung, who was his own worst critic, felt that he had given the worst performance of his entire career. How disappointed ARMY must be...

Backstage, the other members converged on him, not permitting him even a moment of reflection on the horrible performance. Jimin’s small arms wrapped around him from behind and he swiped at his face as tears rolled down his cheeks, Jungkook wrapped him in a tight hug from the front and let Taehyung’s silent sobs and tears by absorbed by his performance shirt. The others murmured sympathies and reassurances, ruffling his sweaty hair and rubbing his back as the sobs turned into hoarse, ragged coughing. He felt like his vocal chords were being shredded. 

“It’s okay… You worked hard.” Rapmon’s deep voice said gently. “Let’s get you back to the hotel. You should rest as much as you can.” 

Taehyung sniffled and wiped his eyes ignoring the disaster he’d made of his makeup. He made a silent promise to ARMY, he wouldn’t stop performing until each ARMY everywhere in the world had gotten to see him perform. He would come back to France next year and he would perform at his absolute best to make this up to them. 

[kookiemydream]

BTS reaction  → realising that they’re in love with you.

paring: bts x reader

warnings: mentions of smut

genre: hardcore fluff

a/n: my first reaction on this account! hope you love it!

ask box | about me 

↠ kim seokjin. 

Jin first realised that he loved you when you offered to cook for his parents. 

It was your first time meeting them and out of respect, you wanted to make a good first impression. So, you put two and two together and figured that if Jin liked your food a whole lot, the people who raised him surely would.

And that’s how you found yourself in the kitchen, sweating your ass off from all the steam that was erupting from the food. Wiping away your sweat with a tea towel, you bent down to take the meal out of the oven.

Before you could straighten your posture up again, you felt two strong hands grip your waist and something poke your backside. “Jesus Y/n, my parents are in the other room! Gosh, control yourself!” Your boyfriend joked, pretending to only scoot past to get to the other side.

 “I hate you so much.” you chuckled, putting the piping-hot food onto the counter and taking off your oven mitts. You wiped your forehead once more and then turned around to face him. Jin sensed that you were stressed and took a step towards you, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips. “You sure you don’t need any help baby? I’d be happy to lend a hand?” 

You shook your head “No no, I got this! Just go spend time with your parents, maybe tell them that joke you told me yesterday?” Humorously, you pushed him out towards the door, spanking him lightly with the tea towel.

“Okay okay, you big bully! I’m going!’ he pretended to walk out however stood behind the corner, just looking at you and admiring how concentrated and dedicated you were to making people happy and comfortable. He imagined the same scenario except. it was his kids you were making dinner for instead of his parents.

That was the moment he realised that he was in love with you. 

That he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

↠min yoongi.

Yoongi realised that he was in love with you when you were sick with the flu. 

Not because you became all clingy and vulnerable like everyone would expect, but because you became the complete opposite.

Instead of sitting in bed all day, blowing your nose and drowning in your own sorrows, you decided it was a good day to start some of your essays that were due. You know? Get that head start.

It was safe to say that Yoongi was extremely surprised to find you sprawled out across the desk sleeping, a yellow post it note stuck to your cheek. He chuckled and made his way over to you.

“Y/n?” he gently moved your hair out of your face and removed the sticky note. When you didn’t respond, he tried a different tactic which was kissing your cheeks until you woke up. “Come on baby, let’s get you to bed.”

“No Yoongi!” You whined tiredly, not even bothering to open your eyes. “I have to finish this before next week!”

“Y/n honey, you’re sick! You really shouldn’t be doing anything that requires energy!”

“But the essay!”

“No ‘buts’! Come here.” Yoongi said softly before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom, bridal style. He tucked you inside the duvet, making sure you were warm and comfortable and kissed your forehead before turning around and outing the light next to you.

That was the moment that Yoongi fell in love with you. He decided at that moment that he wanted to be the one and only person who looked after you. To be the person who carried you to bed when you’re sick and tired.

To be the person who removed the sticky note from your cheek.

↠ jung hoseok

Hoseok realised that he was in love with you when he took you to the funfair. 

It was your two year anniversary as a couple and he decided that taking you to the place where you had your first ever date was perfect to celebrate this special event.

“Oh my god Hobi!” you screamed, making the people around you and him stare “They still have the stall! After all these years! Can you believe it?”

Grabbing his hand quickly, you pulled him towards the infamous stand that hung a bunch of teddies all around it. The aim of the game was to knock down as many cans as you can with three balls. If you manage to knock down all of them down, you win!

“Y/n, wanna play?” he questioned, laughing at how excited you were “Let’s see if I still have what it takes to win a prize huh?”

You giggled and nodded, watching him concentrate on his aim and throw. The first ball was a success, knocking the majority of the cans over however there was still a couple left at the bottom.

The second ball was not quite as good as the first considering that Hoseok’s aim was a little off. He still had one more ball left, which meant that he still had a chance.

Before throwing the ball, he looked back at you. At that you held your thumbs up, as if to say: ‘good luck!’ Luckily, the third ball did do the trick and managed to know over the remaining cans.

You cheered as the guy at the stall handed over a giant teddy bear to your boyfriend who immediately passed the bear to you “You still have it bubs!” You said, kissing his cheeks “Now come on, I wanna go on the merry go round!”

And that was the minute Hoseok realised that he was in love with you. He wanted to be the one to win the prizes and make you as happy as tonight. 

Always.

↠ kim namjoon

Namjoon realised that he was in love with you when you both went to the beach. 

The whole country at the time, was going through a massive heatwave. So, you and Namjoon decided to spend the day near the sea, just to cool yourselves off.

“Ahh, it's so hot! I need to dive in that water asap!” you quickly shoved your flip flops off before ridding yourself of your shirt and shorts, leaving you in just your bikini.

Behind you, you heard a small wolf whistle and then you felt two arms wrap around your waist, turning you clockwise towards the culprit himself.

“See if I knew you had this on underneath?” he pinged the strap on your shoulder “Then we would be at home right now getting even hotter.” Smirking, you felt his hands travel further down your backside.

Before Namjoon could reach the designated place, you grabbed his arm swiftly before hauling his body towards the water. As soon as your body hit the sea however, you froze up. The water was absolutely freezing and you were bound to get some sort of illness after this.

On the other hand, your boyfriend seemed to be prone to the low temperatures and was still laughing and splashing about. Although you were in pain, you still tried to laugh it off considering you were the one who wanted to get in in the first place.

Nethertheless, Namjoon wasn’t stupid and could see from a mile away that you were cold. So without any hesitation, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you into a tight embrace.

You guys were still under the surface of the water so of course you were cold however being pressed against his chest with his muscular arms all around you made you feel slightly warmer. Inside it did anyways.

While you were focused on gaining back the feeling in your arms and legs, Namjoon was thinking about other things.

He realised that he wanted to be the only one that made you warm when you were cold.

The only one for you in general.

↠ park jimin

Jimin realised that he was in love with you during a movie night that he had suggested. 

Something that Jimin and you usually missed out on was cuddle time because of the dance practices and tours that always went on.

Now that he was on break, he finally had the time to spend on you and what better way to spend that time then a cosy movie night in?

You walked in from the kitchen, holding a big bowl of popcorn before setting it down on the coffee table and snuggling up into your boyfriend's chest. “So, what are we watching?” you quizzically asked, grabbing the blanket on the arm of the sofa and draping it over the two of you.

“Well, the boys recommended this new romantic comedy film so I thought we’d give it a watch!” Jimin answered, pointing the remote at the TV and pressing the play button.

Once the film had started, you felt him relax under your embrace. His lips kissed the top of your head and ever so slightly, you could hear his calming heartbeat. You felt safe with him and that was the most important thing.

One of the scenes from the movie actually turned out to be extremely sad and believe it or not, you ended up softly crying into Jimin’s chest. “Baby, don’t cry!” He said sympathetically “Come on, let’s just wipe those tears huh? You’re so precious jagiya.”

He wiped your eyes with the palm of his hands before softly kissing your lips.

And that, seeing you crack a smile after the small kiss that he himself had given you, made him realise that he wanted to be the only one to comfort you.

↠ kim taehyung 

Taehyung realised that he was in love with you while watching you do your makeup. 

You two were due for a night out with the rest of the boys and their partners. That being arranged, you wanted to look your very best as you figured a lot of photos would be taken that night.

So here you were, you sat at the dressing table, gently applying your mascara to you eyes and your boyfriend lounged out across the bed, scrolling through his mindlessly.

“Ahh come on Y/n!” he whined humorously “We’re gonna be late otherwise! You don’t even need makeup anyways!”

You rolled your eyes and smirked, “Hey, you can’t rush beauty okay? Plus, I do it because I like it! And you do too so you can’t complain!”

Taehyung chuckled, throwing his phone next to him and sitting up to look at you. You had finished with the mascara and moved onto the lipstick, which was a nice red lip that matched your dress that you had one.

You looked stunning.

And Taehyung couldn’t stop staring.

Once you had finished, you checked yourself out to see if everything was in order when you caught the glance of Taehyung in the mirror. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

He shook his head and smiled softly “No it’s just, you look beautiful.”

You felt yourself blush hard and covered your face with your hands.

And that was the moment Taehyung fell in love with you. He realised he wanted to be the only one to compliment you and make you blush the way you did with him.

↠ jeon jungkook

Jungkook realised that he loved you whilst you were eating.

It was a Saturday night and the thought of cooking at this time tired you out. So you both came to the solution of ordering takeout, more specifically one of your faves.

When the door finally rang, you jumped up from the couch and bolted to the door, already starving from the weight. Jungkook laughed at your excitement before going into the kitchen and getting a couple plates and cutlery for you to dine with.

After saying thank you to the delivery guy, you joined your boyfriend on the table and was happy to see that everything was prepared for you to start eating.

“So you were that hungry huh?” Jungkook joked as you quickly filled your mouth with the meal. “Is it good?”

You nodded vigorously, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk from all the food that had been devoured. You swallowed the food then moaned in delight as the flavours embraced your tongue.

Jungkook laughed. He had never seen someone so happy to eat food the way you were. Well, except from his brother Jin. Every bite he saw you took, filled you more and more with joy and delight.

And then the thought hit him.

He wanted to be the one who fed you and made you happy with every bite. He wanted to be the one to take care for you everyday for the rest of his life.

He realised he was in love with you. 

In love with the love you had for food.

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superhero!jimin settles down on the cold metal bar on the rooftop, eyes hazy from his most recent encounter.

he winces when he positions himself better, wound still fresh from suffering a knife cut from a criminal earlier. he leans over the safety fence, getting the angle just right before looking down, straight into the windows of your apartment.

his partner, taehyung, always did say he looks like a love sick puppy whenever he 'visits' you.

he once again imagines himself wrapping his arms around your waist, looking out the same window- enjoying the peace and quiet provided by the apartment, away from the buzzing noises of the city. and more than anything, enjoying each other's embrace and warmth.

he smiles bitterly when he's reminded of why such things can only be conjured up in his mind. if he loves you, he shouldn't put you in danger. he isn't any bigshot hero, but he's made a few enemies of his own, and that would not be beneficial to any of you. he's told himself that many times, and he's managed to convince himself of it.

so he opts for nights like these, where his job isn't of a worry, when the city doesn't need him. he opts for dining with you, even if it meant you couldn't see him, nor is he actually eating with you.

he likes to just look at you, watching you go about your daily chores diligently. noting to himself that it's the third time you've eaten store bought caesar's salad this week. staring into the setting sun with you, admiring how the glass panels of the skyscrapers reflect the beautiful golden rays.

every night before he takes his well needed rest, he silently wishes you know of him, and to a lesser extent, proud of what he does. he's hopeful to have made the slightest impact on you, even if it meant much less than the one you've obviously made on him.

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[cigarettesnsex]

cigar no. 6

"no need to ask me." |

jimin stares at his laptop screen mind blank. his professor recently asked that they write a small summary about the person they've chosen but he hasn't chosen anyone.

not to mention the fact that he hadn't got a good night's rest in about a week. his hormones are raging causing him to throw himself into a cycle of insanity and disdain.

see, jimin has a condition one that's very unusual and hard to explain if someone were to ask him about it.

like everyone else jimin possessed hormones but unlike most people his were very off kilter. meaning instead of his face breaking out or the increase in metabolism his body would crave sex.

it's crazy and jimin doesn't get it. doesn't want it but he's stuck with it. the only reason he refuses to get medical attention is because there are some questions he won't answer. doesn't really think he'll be able to anyways.

so, here he is stuck in his room, an open word document blank, his coffee  cold, and a headache. let's not forget the raging boner he's trying so hard to ignore.

jimin let's out a sigh. he really wishes his body weren't like this. wishes he didn't have haunting memories in the back of his mind. wishes he could go back in time to change it all.

though those are just wishes and he doesn't have a star to cast them upon.

sure, he's got yoongi but he's never wanted to burden the older. the only reason he found out in the first place because of that time he'd caught jimin crying in a corner.

he told him what was wrong but didn't tell him what caused it. everything isn't what it seems to be. people aren't as nice as they portray. but that's a story for another time, a different place.

three small knocks shake jimin from his condescending thoughts. for a moment jimin panics thinking yoongi is at the door but then taehyung crosses him mind and he relaxes.

"come in."

silver hair is the first thing jimin sees when the door opens. soft with pretty curls in it. jimin would be lying if he said he didn't want to run his fingers through it.

the next thing were those brown eyes. almost like a black hole with the way jimin could get lost in them without even knowing. however, the empty look they held was often discomforting.

mesmerizing pink lips is what really captured his attention though. they always did though now was not the time.

"Jimin."

slowly, jimin raises his gaze to meet taehyung's suddenly anxious about what he might say.

"um...can I come in?"

jimin blinks once, then twice, and maybe even a third time.

he briefly wonders why taehyung would ask such a thing before motioning him inside. after all, jimin did tell him to 'come in'.

"what's up? do you need something taehyung? are we out of milk again? is-"

"Jimin. stop."

jimin opened his mouth but closed it right after. he took a deep breath.

"turn around for me please."

every since Taehyung had entered the room jimin had yet to turn from his desk to face him. though Jimin wasn't sure that was a good idea with what was going on down below.

even still he turned around making sure his shirt was pulled down further enough to cover his 'problem'.

"Yoongi told about your...condition."

from there it seemed the world had stopped and time had come to an end. all color drained from jimins face giving his skin a ghostly complexion.

his heartbeat had sped up quite a bit and he was sure his breathing wasn't supposed to sound like that. the nausea felt in his stomach was beginning to rise while his eyes were on the brink of tears.

"a-are you u-upset with m-me?"

jimin couldn't stop the stray tears that began to fall down his face. all of which sent taehyung into a panic.

"Jiminie, no I'm not mad. Why would I be mad at you? I just wanted to see if you were okay? Don't cry!"

it was too late though. pretty clear crystals had already begun to fall from his eyes, nose turning red in the process. taehyung's heart felt like the shattering of class as he made his way over to jimin. with great caution he wrapped his arms around him pulling him from the desk chair and into his bed.

"hey, it's okay. "

jimin only whimpered in response. he wrapped his arms around taehyung maneuvering his body until he was seated in taehyung's lap. it didn't stop him from crying though no, he just kept going.

"i-im sorry about this. i wish could make it go away but i can't. "

taehyung pulled the smaller closer the smell of vanilla clouding his nostrils.

the words yoongi had said at the cafe rang in his head but he didn't want to do that to jimin. he didn't want to hurt him but he didn't like seeing him like this neither.

"Jiminie, do you want me to help you?"

"help me?"

taehyung nodded his hands taking place on jimin's waist, grip light but to jimin it felt heavy.

Taehyung wants to help me?

No, he's just feeling sorry for you.

But what if...

"Jimin..."

jimin looked up his eyes were puffy and nose a flush pink. his arms were still wrapped around taehyung's neck , body extremely close to his.

"there's nothing wrong with feeling like this jimin. it's perfectly normal."

"but-"

"do you want me to help you?"

"only if you want to."

[v-hope]

Another member walks in on you

[Either doing it or saying/doing something scandalous]

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack, suggestive

Request: "Hey sweetie! I love your work and I was wondering if I could request a reaction type thing to one of the members overhearing/walking in on them and their s/o dirty talking or saying/doing something scandalous? Just sum really suggestive crackheadery if you don't mind!💕😇😅😚"

Warnings: Mentions of sex, handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, nudes, kinks.

Kim Seokjin

Every once in a while, the guys would hold a movie night in their place, one that included lots of popcorn, cuddling, bickering, and laughs.

That night, however, it also included your hand stroking Jin under the blanket wrapped around the two of you, keeping your gentle movements hidden from the rest.

“Don't you dare” he had warned you under his breath the first time he felt your fingers trace over the fabric of his sweatpants.

In all honesty, you had done it unconsciously, not really paying mind to it since your eyes were focused on the TV in front. After seeing his reaction, though? Oh, he had just signed himself up for a treat.

Not even bothering on erasing the notorious smirk curving up your lips, you had digged your hand under his pants, cupping his length in it before you ever so slowly started pumping him.

It wasn't long before your boyfriend's breath became uneven, trying his hardest not to be vocal about what you were just doing to him.

“Oh God, please tell me you're better than that” Yoongi, however, did not give a damn to be vocal about outing you and his hyung.

Thanking the fact that the lights were out and Yoongi was not too far away from you, meaning the rest had not heard him, you glared at him.

“I don't know what you're talking about”.

“Get a room, you're disgusting” he squinted his eyes.

“What happened?” Namjoon's girlfriend asked from the other side of the room.

“Th–”

“Yoongi” Seokjin drew his attention before he could even speak, “you don't want to finish that sentence”.

Whatever was the tea Jin had on him, it must have been good, for that was all it took for Yoongi to shut up. Although you did take his advice about getting a room.

Min Yoongi

You see, when you're in your boyfriend's room waiting for him, alone, while he's been working in his studio for a little longer than he had told you he would, you start looking for ways to make him go to you.

In this case, you had gone for the easiest of solutions: nudes.

The thing is, the reasonable thing to do when you start taking your clothes off, is to lock the door. And you really should've thought about that. Maybe then Jimin wouldn't have walked in on you right as you fixed the fabric of your bra and looked for the best angle.

“Wow, wha–” he wasn't able to finish his sentence, for his eyes fell on your poorly covered chest and he suddenly couldn't think anymore.

“Jimin!” you scolded him as you tried to cover yourself with your shirt, with just a glare letting him know his eyes should be up on yours and not so down below.

“Sorry” he shook his head, “I didn't know you were here and I–” before he could start explaining himself, his eyes fell on the phone you were holding in your hand. “Oh…” he scratched the back of his head when he got the drill, “you're sending pict–”

“Dude, get out!” you exasperatedly threw a pillow at him.

“Okay, okay!” he held his arms up. “I better go before hyung comes back running”.

“You think this will work?” you couldn't help but ask before he could leave the room, having him turn his head to you with a knowing smile.

“He'd have to be an idiot not to”.

And, when not even a minute later he saw Yoongi walking ever so determinedly to his bedroom and quickly lock the door behind him, he knew his hyung was, as expected, not an idiot at all.

Jung Hoseok

After three hours of being sat down looking at your boyfriend dancing, becoming sweatier by the second, and his heavy breathing along with the way his body moved being the only thing you could think about, it was normal for you to be stuck to his side as soon as his members had left the room to go get some fresh air.

“What do you think you're doing?” he smirked, holding your hands that were running over his abdomen.

“I want you” you whined.

Although your words should've taken him aback, what you got from him was another cocky grin lighting up his face, not even dreaming of resisting when you hungrily caught his lower lip in between yours. If anything, he was just as eager as you were – dancing usually making him so needy for you and your addictive touch.

“Wait, wait” his voice came out muffled, as he could not find it in himself to break the heated up kisses, “the practice isn–”

You chuckled, for his words did not match at all the way he had picked you up by holding your thighs and taken you to the closest table. “We have time” you pulled him closer, earning a groan from him.

“But the guys–”

“Hoseok” you sighed, digging your hands under his t-shirt, “just fuck me”.

“Woah!”

Your heads turned out of reflex towards where the sound had came from, finding Taehyung with a hand hovering over his eyes dramatically.

“No” he shook his head, “no one is fucking anyone, we have to keep on practicing”.

You puffed your cheeks in annoyance. “Tae–”

“No one is fucking anyone” he repeated.

This time Hoseok was the one to chuckle. “As if” he kissed the spot under your ear, “meet me in the showers in ten”.

Cockblocker – 0; Horny couple – 1.

Kim Namjoon

He told you. He had fucking told you there was no time left for you to have sex in the plane. He told you to wait until you arrived to the hotel. But, no matter how hard he tried, you and your charms had been stronger than every ounce of rationality there was left in him.

And so here you were now, locked inside the private flight's restroom as it was about to start landing, with Namjoon's hand gripping on one of your thighs to keep it around his waist, his dick still inside of you… and a very preoccupied Jeongguk standing on the other side of the door, lightly knocking on it for the third time.

“Namjoon-ie hyung” he called again, “we're about to land, you have to go sit down”.

Joon sighed, staring at you questioningly for a few seconds, somehow communicating with you to know what you should do in this situation.

“Also, Y/N's not on her seat either so maybe you should…” Jeongguk's new addition stopped you from coming up with an excuse – the two of you closing your eyes at the realisation of the maknae putting 2+2 together before letting out a quiet: “Oh”.

An apologetic look was all your boyfriend could give you before pulling out, sighing in frustration as the two of you started fixing your clothes.

Oh, but not getting to reach your high wasn't the worst part of it. No, it didn't even compare to the awkwardness you felt the moment the door was opened and you had to face Guk, who was still too taken aback to leave and go sit down himself like he had been telling his hyung to do all along.

“Hi, Guk-ah” you mumbled, walking past him hand in hand with Joon, not being able to bring yourself to look at him.

“Hi, noona”.

Nope, greeting him did most definitely not make it any less awkward.

Park Jimin

Hoseok didn't mean to pry, he did really not. In fact, he just so happened to be the only one home along with you and Jimin that afternoon, and it had also just so happened that he had wanted to go get himself a glass of water at the same time you and your boyfriend had opened the door to receive what looked like a package.

Now, he hadn't really minded it, making his way down the hall anyway, only to be stopped by Jimin's words before he could enter the living room.

“You think it's alright?” he wondered uncertainly.

“Sure, they're so pretty” you gushed.

“But you think they're comfortable enough?” Jimin asked once again. “I know we agreed to this but...” he hesitated, “here, give me your hands”.

Hoseok couldn't help but frown in confusion.

“Yeah” you answered after a few seconds, “they're really fluffy and not too tight, it'll be alright”.

At that, Hobi shrugged, thinking for a second that you were trying on some kind of fluffy wristbands or something, which lead him to decide to just go for his glass of water like he had wanted to initially.

However, he stopped in his tracks for the second time that day when Jimin and you turned to him in surprise – not wristbands on your hands, but handcuffs. Pink, fluffy handcuffs keeping your hands together as you still had them on.

“Hyung!” Jimin panicked, pulling you behind him for you to hide your hands and get rid of the tension filling the room.

“Don't worry, I get it” Hoseok nodded his head understandingly, not really caring as he resumed his way to the kitchen. “Just make sure not to lose the key. Especially if one of you is getting cuffed to the bed, trust me”.

Not only had that been a pretty awkward piece of advice, but it had neither been enough for you not to get yourselves into that awful experience only three weeks later.

Kim Taehyung

Those sweatpants. Those goddamn red sweatpants he knew turned you on so badly were your boyfriend's choice of clothing for practice that day. It was like he wanted to tease you, especially since there was so little time before he had to head out with his members.

“Taehyung-ie” you whined for what felt like the hundredth time, going up to him and placing your hands on its waistband – his eyes instinctively travelling down as you dangerously fidgeted with it.

“Love, you know there's no time” he spoke in a pout. In all honesty, he had just put on the first thing he found in his closet, so, knowing what this did to you and not being able to do something about it was just as frustrating to him.

“There's still a few minutes” you hummed, pressing your lips to his collarbone before you started leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way up to his jaw.

“Y/N...” he moaned, grabbing your waist with the intention of pulling you away, yet not finding it in him to do so. “I can't…”

“Taehyung” your fingers tightened around the waistband, “please let me suck you off”.

“Oh, fuck”.

Although that was one accurate answer to the words that had just abandoned your mouth, it was not your boyfriend's, but Namjoon's – all three of you standing there like statues for a few seconds, not really knowing what else to do with all the current tension.

“I– um…” Joon cleared his throat, “the car's about to arrive for us, so…”

“Hyung, five minutes” Taehyung pleaded, sounding almost desperate, which, in all honesty, had you smirking in a second. “Seven tops”.

Namjoon blinked rapidly, still trying to process what was going on; later nodding his head. “Don't go anywhere near my bed”.

Not like you really needed one for what you were about to do anyway.

Jeon Jeongguk

Jeongguk and you had reached that point in your relationship in which you were trying to experiment as many new things as you could, wanting to discover what pleased one another the most. What the two of you had discovered a few weeks back, was that you both enjoyed the exciting feeling of being about to get caught – that after you had indeed been seconds away from being caught by Taehyung one afternoon.

So, you had now this little game going on, in which you'd tease each other in front of other people without them noticing.

That night, however, you had teased him from under the table during a business dinner with over twenty people. That being the reason he at some point stood up and excused himself, dragging you with him to the restroom for you to finish what you had started – not without first scolding you for it, of course.

“You can't just do this when my boss is in there!” he spoke breathily.

You smirked, pressing your chest against his as your lips started working up his neck. “You're the one who started it when your fingers were inside of me, teasing me the whole ride here”.

“Yah!” both your head snapped towards where a third voice had just came from, panicking at the sight of Seokjin, who could not believe his ears, standing on the door with wide eyes.

“Hyun–”

“Don't” Jin stopped your boyfriend from speaking, “just don't involve us in your kinks, you unholy freaks” he shook his head, turning to leave your frozen figures alone.

“Please don't tell anyone” Jeongguk pleaded like his life depended on it.

“I won't” he reassured the two of you, “but, Guk-ssi?” he looked over his shoulder, trying not to laugh before adding: “Make sure to get rid of your boner before going back there”.

Well, that would be your pleasure.